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Message 398:
Date: Wed Sep 8 11:12:30 2004 CDT
From: Maljenz (#4672)
To: *plots (#1506)
Subject: Seeking the Dead
Maljenz lay sprawled across the flat stone top of the Undead Kings tomb, naked save for a loin
cloth, baring his tattoed and scarred body. Sigils just now carved into his body by the obsidian
knife Treant still held bled freely. The power raised by the sigils and patterns scribed upon the
floor ranging out from Maljenz's current position threatening to overwhelm his senses as he
chanted lowly in the language of the ancients, He sent a silent order with his mind to Treant,
'now finish it'. Treant bent and picked up the longsword just recently imbued with energy, he
raised the longsword high, and with a slight hesitation plunged the steel blade down through his
Masters chest, puncturing heart and lungs alike. Maljenz used all of his training to force his
mind to calm, over riding his natural instinct and fear, gathering his life energies into a
focused point as his body quickly became unable to support it, his soul launched on its way to the
afterlife as Treant twisted the blade, ending Maljenz's physical life quickly, For the time being.
Maljenz rode the energies from his death, following them into the after-realms, just before he
reached their destination he asorbed them and smashed the path before him. Plunging into Nether.
His senses reeled, coming to grips with the alien perspectiver, he abided a time to accustom
himself to it before setting out on his goal, to discover the secrets of controling the dead and
passing them onto the servants of his Demon_Goddess.
Back in the Physical realm, Treant pulled the longsword from the corpse of his Master and placed
the body inside the tomb, body lieing straight and placed the longsword upon the corpse's chest,
hilt towards the head in the fashion of some warrior cultures, and closed the tomb. Treant looked
about at power rising from everywhere in the room. Knowing that his Master would be furious if the
tomb were to be disturbed and the spell interupted beore time, he cautiously avoided the magical
traps Maljenz had set, and waited.
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