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Centermost Caliginous Heart II

Sun Aug 18, 2019 9:07 pm

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To live is to whisper feverish heresies into the dark of night, to black stars that twinkle with unseen shimmer. Praying to unknown voices which indirectly cradle the world for no other reason than to exist. Screaming one's voice out, shredding their throat, in some desperate attempt to be heard upon death. An unending, uncaring abyss of unseen knowledge which we are bound, unspoken until one's futile purpose reaches its natural conclusion.

There is no dark curtain hiding the realities of life and death. We stand on a mass grave, an orchard of flesh and bone. Precariously perched over the edge, we see the cavernous maw of the key questions of life, only sated by human sacrifice. It is in this hole that we peer, write what we see, for hopes that the next generation would be given some glimmer of hope. The further one peers, the closer to the void they become. Some manage to pull the bottom of the abyss closer, saving thousands of lives. Others... Fall themselves, or are simply pushed.

How close am I, to this void?

Have I fallen? Have I not gone far enough, hiding my eyes in ignorance? Must I step on the bones of my father's father?

Even in the face of daybreak, it is dark. And soon, it will grow darker still.



In the dim light of the ruined cottage's cellar, Sybil's eyes slowly shifted through the place. Cleaning out all the equipment wasn't easy. All of the books were on necromancy, and as such, Sybil saw no purpose for them. A clearly recently emptied bookshelf stands tall against the far wall. Yet, something that was once filled with knowledge, only piqued the memory of the stack of tomes burning at the top of the stairs. All the notes. All the diagrams. All of it, without mercy, without so much of a trill's hesitation, added to the pile and burned. The beautiful pyrographs left behind, burnt into the stone, the only evidence that something had been burned. But even then, nothing could hint at what was within, unless one was a conspirator.

Eyes tracing the walls, their eyes finally reach a table. Once it held a body, strapped in place. Now, it holds a beaten and broken man. His swarthy skin beading with gleaming sweat, reflecting the lanterns gathered in the center of the room. Sybil hadn't touched him yet. But the temptation was real, upon their mind's eye. They'd never tortured a man before, and without the adrenaline flowing through their veins, they couldn't manage to break the quiet, for the sake of bringing the man's mind to heel. Instead, their mind slowly wandered, over methods that could break him. Cloths, ale, treatment. Things that were part of daily living, they could all be used upon him to great effect. The stereotype of tools and blooming devices... Melting away.

A slow breath escaped their lips, as they allowed their eyes to close once more. The circle of salt had held. As far as Sybil was concerned, it seemed that the body itself was the only anchor it had to this world. They didn't feel particularly bad about banishing a soul in such a way. It begged for release like that. There was nothing else that could be done, with this heap of flesh that barely resembled a man, wielding the body as some sort of leverage to kill someone that his weak will could not manage.

And now he was splayed on the table, back soaking with the fluids of the body he kept.

Leaned against the wall, Sybil simply allowed their fingers to slowly move through the bag that they kept at their side. Fingertips slowly moving to untangle the surgical threads that had knotted in on themselves during the struggle. The exorcist wasn't prepared for a battlefield sort of healing, their gear not arranged for such things. Yet, here they sat, fixing the things that had come undone. It was a simple sort of solution to one's nerves being frayed to the point of nearing breaking.

So, the exorcist's eyes close. Letting out a soft breath, they wait for Wald. It would be something that they've been waiting on for a while, but... The time to think helped their mind process all that was happening.
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"The machinations of apathy benefit only those that have power upon you. Yet, are not all gods and men made equal beneath the weight of steel? What then to the flames that tempered that iron into steel? To make what was impure, pure again, it must be sent through a crucible of flame. Cooked until all that is left is the purity of a blameless soul. Iron that weeps is not steel. Iron that has been tortured, burned, scorched, becomes steel through redemption alone."
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Re: Centermost Caliginous Heart II

Sun Aug 18, 2019 9:27 pm


Wald was slowly tracking through the snow, he had two black birds strapped to his belt. They hung by their feet, he continued to the wooded area. Ylfa was still tired, but would watch over the cottage. Even if it is just a moment, she could do something to buy the hunter time. Wald gathered some limbs and dead leaves, though everything was wet this trial. He would need something to help start the fire, he could use the charcoal in the cottage easily. That would be the best option for the hunter, as he began to walk back to the cottage with the fire material in arm.

It took some time to get back to the cottage, as Wald was not fully moving quickly still. He was still tired from the fight, only thing keeping him going was his will. Though he also kept an eye out, making sure there were no signs the man they captured were not alone. Though no signs would come, it seems he went out this far alone. Though that did not mean he did not have friends who knew where he was.

Soon Wald began to go down the steps to the basement, his footsteps were loud unlike he normal light steps. He was to tired to try and hide. "Sybil, I got a small meal for us." Wald walked in and saw the man strapped on the table, it was quite the sight to behold. Wald had not thought of doing such things to someone before. He then looked over to the pile of books, as he began to construct a small fire pit. "Can I use a page or two from the books?" Wald asked Sybil, instead of just taking them as the student might want them in one piece.

Slowly the man went though the necromancer's things, finding metal that he could cook on, along with other random things. Wald sat back to the fire pit, lighting it slowly, using a hand full of the coal from the cottage. It was a light burn, slowed due to the wet fuel. While Wald proceeded to clean the two birds for a small meal.

Wald would seem to have no issue with whatever Sybil was doing, only that both he and Sybil were well fed for now. Something in his head told him they needed the energy.
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Sun Aug 18, 2019 10:51 pm

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An uncomfortable silence hanged between Sybil and the captive necromancer. His eyes straining to the side, as his wrists struggled against the reinforced leather straps. Their jade eyes meeting his own. An unspoken truth was held between the two. They each knew what would happen. They both expected the coming outcome of the pending interrogation. Yet it was a matter of time. Time that was unknown to the captive, and quite honestly, time that wasn't fully known to the captor. Every second that passed was something that dragged them closer and closer to the stark truth of the matter. It was as though trying to hold off the impending rain, as divined from casually looking up to the skies and seeing the overcast skies. One will never know when the rain will come through natural means; only that it will eventually come.

Sybil's fingers slowly flit across the page in the book that they held.

A primer on the idea of enchantment, it seemed. The ability to bind souls to items, using their latent emotional charge to try and fuel it, as though it were some sort of Machiavellian lantern. It had many interesting theories attached to it. Casting vessels out of copper, lining interior chambers with purified salt in order to force the soul that it contained into an unending limbo. Others had more interesting approaches. Cutting deals with the dead, attempting to bargain for their power. Though strangely, this seems to be something very theoretical, something that wasn't entirely thought of first when one comes into control of a soul's anchor. Not that it mattered, for Sybil's intentions. The former student simply watches the restrained man, eyes slowly flicking up to him, as they read passage after passage in the leatherbound book.

If the exorcist had thought he held any value, then perhaps his soul would be a decent cost for what he had done. A lifetime of servitude. But that... Felt outside of their reach. They were being paid to deal with a string of murders, not trying to revamp existing legal structures. In truth, he didn't even need to confess to the crimes he had committed. His witchmark all but gave his intentions away.

But what a strange mark it was, indeed. His hands had turned from solid flesh, to something that more resembled lattice. The disgusting mutation was something that entranced Sybil's attention. There was something mesmerizing about watching something so crude, so disgusting, and how it operated. A physical reminder of the deal that he had struck with his Spark. A gambit that played with his very core, his very humanity. Sybil had little pity for those as him. Why should one offer such things? It's something self inflicted. It's a wound upon his soul that simply, disgustingly, twists his humanity to its whims. One that isn't because of some strange twist of fate, or some unfortunate product of a world that was too cruel. This was something that he had made the active decision to follow through with. For nothing more than power.

The silence was like a rope, tightly drawing over a throat, body standing on a horse's back.

"Tear the pages out as much as you wish. ... The book I was looking for is in my hand." Sybil simply answers, as Wald disrupts the all consuming silence. Pushing back a loose braid, they simply let out a breath, attention going back to their book, "Burn anything not nailed down. ... Best this knowledge doesn't end up in any hand whatsoever."

A moment past, as the exorcist's fingers lip a single page over.

Letting out a light breath, their eyes slowly glance towards Wald, choosing to avoid eye contact with the captive, "We'll have to get the corpses gathered when it's time to leave. Can't leave any behind. We're looking for two women... Twins, I believe." Sybil offers, as their gaze returns to the book, the muffled murmuring coming from the gagged captor filling the dead air, "... Think you'd be alright with helping me arrange the funeral? ... I'll be suggesting that a pyre be held, to hopefully help put the souls at rest. ... Must be a hell of its own, seeing your own body twisted like that."

For a moment... It was easy to have a lapse in memory about the glaring fact that an execution was about to occur. Speaking to one another as though the captive was already gone, dead.
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"The machinations of apathy benefit only those that have power upon you. Yet, are not all gods and men made equal beneath the weight of steel? What then to the flames that tempered that iron into steel? To make what was impure, pure again, it must be sent through a crucible of flame. Cooked until all that is left is the purity of a blameless soul. Iron that weeps is not steel. Iron that has been tortured, burned, scorched, becomes steel through redemption alone."
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Re: Centermost Caliginous Heart II

Sun Aug 18, 2019 11:19 pm


Wald began pulling away feathers from the birds, giving a quick ripping sound for each feather plucked. Looking over to Sybil, as they fingered through pages. "I will be sure to burn the rest, just needed to know." Wald began to pile feathers next to him, a soft black pillow began to pile up. Slowly the two birds were completely cleared of feathers, as Wald began to take his knife out. "For now, just need heat to cook." Wald removed the head of both birds, just tossing it into the pile of books. There was no need to be clean, as the fire would burn away the rest of the flesh.

The talks about the bodies began to come out, Wald had now been informed of who he had just ripped apart. Though it did not change how he felt, despite people knowing of their missing state. "That would be difficult" Wald started to sink his knife into the bird's flesh, opening the breast. "The ravens are already at the flesh, I can organize the parts as needed." Once the knife was out, he began to pull out the insides of the raven. "I will get the bodies into sacks, that should be good for transport." Wald had cleaned out one, placing it on the metal plate he found, as he started on the other.

Wald would finish the second one in silence.

Slowly Wald cracked his neck, getting up and moving to the pile of books. He looked at the front of the tome, it had gold laced on the front. "This looks expensive." Wald's voice was proceeded by the sound of ripping paper. Wald began to tear away pages, to toss into the fire. The blaze got much hotter and began to dry out the rest of its fuel. This allowed Wald to place the platter of bird on top to start cooking.

As the food began to cook, Wald walked over to Sybil. "Do you have any rope?" Wald pointed back to the man on the table. Wald had an idea on how to transport the man, though they could just leave him there to burn with the rest of the cottage.
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Mon Aug 19, 2019 12:32 am

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A book filled with parchment, illuminations, and decorations that could be only described as gold leaf. Expensive, rare, perhaps these words did not do justice to how much care went into the creation of that book. A page in, and it's already describing things such as 'Stitchborns'. It only took a paragraph for Sybil to realize that such things deserved the purifying flame first. Sybil's eyes glance to the side, however, eyes catching the glistening, "... Try to peel off the gold, though. That sort of thing can be... Purified." Came the only suggestion, as they looked up from their book. In one fell swoop, Sybil had completely devalued everything that the book contained, instead, valuing the material that could be gained from it. "I'm sure we could pawn it off to a merchant."

With one, wayward glance towards the necromancer, they could see his eyes widen. His hands struggle against the restraints, as he grunted, attempting to say something between the leather strap that kept his lips shut.

Horror stained his features. The leather strained against his movements, as he desperately tried to work against the restraints. His wrists were smudged with blood, purple and brown in color. His ankles were in the same state, in all honesty. The leather wedge that kept his teeth parted seemed to be far too large for his mouth, pressing against the back of his throat. The best noise he could muster was when he was on the verge of vomiting. That peculiar, near gag sound that seemed so lucid, that Sybil was curious as to what could even drive him to make so much noise with his mouth so full. The man's reddened eyes stared at the open flame, as the books burnt to a crisp. Many would have simply thought that he was waking up to the smell and sound, realizing that this was a dream...

But the exorcist saw something, within those teary eyes. The look that one gives, when they realize that they ruined something that they had on loan. Perhaps. But perhaps further, was the genuine horror at the sight of burning knowledge. Something so permanent, yet simplistic in execution. He wasn't even being questioned, yet the bright flames instilled such horror, such fear upon his features, that it was nearly intoxicating to behold. Something that stained the very walls with its sheer, impulsive humanity. In a single moment, all of his life's work's lineage was clarified to him, in one single moment. Rare, is the experience of losing all of what they learned in a single lifetime. Usually it's the erosion to time, long after the academic is dead, that such things occur. Yet, now...

Watching this man act as though the books that were being burned, page by page, were something akin in worth to his own family, it stirred something within Sybil's gut. It was a strange, welling urge... What was it? Sympathy? Remorse? A shared sorrow, perhaps?

... No. It was as though their belly had been filled with a meal. Contentment.

However, such a thought was interrupted by Wald asking a single question.

Eyes glancing to the side, their attention shifted towards the hunter. Considering the man, all they could say was, "I don't have any rope, I'm afraid. ... Though after we eat... I think I'll get some answers from him, before we turn him into wherever the town wants him." Their answers was easy going. Sowing the seeds of hope into the mind of their captor. Yet... It was something that was coldly calculated. By setting the idea that he wouldn't be killed, at least now, into his mind... A disconnect could occur.

A soft breath finally left their throat. Eyes slowly closing, they considered what it was, for a moment, to do what they were doing. The reality behind torturing a man, not by accident, but by the implementation of the things that they had learned over a single cycle. For a moment... It felt unethical. It felt as though they should just wipe their hands of it, and allow the authorities to just do their job.

... But then their sense of reason came in.

He was due for the gallows anyway. What did it matter?
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"The machinations of apathy benefit only those that have power upon you. Yet, are not all gods and men made equal beneath the weight of steel? What then to the flames that tempered that iron into steel? To make what was impure, pure again, it must be sent through a crucible of flame. Cooked until all that is left is the purity of a blameless soul. Iron that weeps is not steel. Iron that has been tortured, burned, scorched, becomes steel through redemption alone."
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Mon Aug 19, 2019 1:04 am


Wald went back to cooking, as he began to turn over the sizzling meat. "Oh? I was just thinking." Wald moved the ravens around the metal plate. "I hear that long pig has a sweet flavor to it." Wald gave a false smile to Sybil, it was a joke, but not one that would be funny. Wald was not good with comedy, as seen from when he tried to play a prank on Sybil. Wald went back to tending to the flames, in between he used a knife on the cover of the book. Slowly gathering the small flakes into a small pouch, it smelled of herbs even though it was empty.

Wald moved the sticks in the fire, he began to open the flame causing more heat. "I don't know much about civilized law, so I will have to take your word on it." Wald began to think how he could transport the bodies, and the man. He could start to walk to his camp, but that would take him almost a full Trial to bring the cart. There really was not much of an option, Wald gave a small sigh cracking his neck from side to side. "Once we are done, I will gather the bodies." Wald slowly pressed the bird on the metal, as it let out a hiss. "You will go to the town, we need a chart and horse. Ylfa will be ready to go with you by then."

Wald slowly took two books, and placed the cooked birds on each. Not fancy but would get on the necromancer's nerves at the very least. "I don't have plates, but these come with their own napkins." Wald ripped a page from his, and used it to cover his hand, as he pressed it down on the meat to cut. Wald slowly started to eat, the bird was not very appetizing, but it was filling enough. The man would eat in silence after this. Watching the man on the table, his eyes focused on theirs, Wald eyed the man down. His hands were strange, Wald had never seen an animal like it. It was quite odd, though so was his appearance. But Wald was not so sickened by the mutation, he did not understand magic, though he could see nothing good from it. Especially the raising of the dead, breaking the cycle of life, manipulating the corpses to do your work. It was a mixture of being lazy, and being a freak of nature.

Once Wald was done with his meal, he tossed the book right onto the fire.
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Sybil's appetite was null.

Even as Wald put the birds upon the books, their eyes lingered on it. Eyes glancing to the side, they understood something that was core to how things would continue from here on. This sort of action, it was raising his resistance. Even as the exorcist's gaze remained unmoving from the necromancer, it was clear that something was budding behind those hazel eyes. Something that began to stir a sensation in the very pit of their stomach. Defiance. The need to resist, even it if was nothing but fruitless. It was the determination of a damned man, prepared to make life harder for those involved, just because he could. A final spit to the face before he could finally meet his maker.

This swirling sensation, it was belonging to their sense of disgust. Sybil was, at the end of the day, in possession of a necromancer who had committed crimes unspeakable to most men and women. How would one stand during trial?

"... Could you do me a favor, Wald?" They say, rising to a stand, leaving the bird uneaten. There wasn't enough room in their gut for anything other than this emotion. Straightening their legs with a distinct crackle, the familiarity of sitting down and eating a well cooked meal with a close friend... It was too alien. Reaching over to the side of the table, however, their fingertips slowly graced along the sensation of their leather gloves. Eyes slowly closing, the poisonous bloom was spreading throughout their body. Something that was beyond what they had felt before. Adrenaline intermingling with the ferocity of a feral rage, just beneath the surface. "Pass the scalpel. I think... I'll decline eating. For now."

...

Time was no longer something that could be measured properly. The suns could not longer be seen. The time of day was irrelevant. All that mattered to Sybil, was tearing down the resistance they saw reflected in those hazel eyes.

So in stead, those eyes reflected other things. They reflected his own body, widening, providing a larger mirror from which to project what was being seen. The glittering of blades, lingering too close to sensitive and vital parts. Foreign hands pressed against his flesh, holding him in place as punishment traced the ley lines of his body. Every amateurish action reflected in stark, crystalline quality, sometimes made murky by the clear fluids that drained from his ducts, but later rather than sooner, the horrible sight of deep crimson. Those bloodshot eyes reflected his flesh, turning from a sun kissed tan, to a bruised, battered, cheap imitation of what he had once seemed to embody.

Crimson bloomed like a brilliant lotus from the center of a patchy oasis. Never enough to drain the river dry, but always enough to threaten, always enough to insist that the line would be crossed, without a single word.

The one thing that would stain Sybil's mind, was how he screamed like a rabid, mewling raccoon, once shattered teeth bounced off the stone laid floor. A half wail, half roar of utter agony. An animal being shoved into a corner, being brought to the very edge of reasonable strain. Pulled back. Pushed forward. Pulled back. Machinations mirroring that of a waterboarding session that ebbed and flowed for just a bit too long...

When the knife wasn't in his mouth, rooting around as though it were searching for weeds, his lips became looser and looser about things that were previously under wrap. Talks of a group, and how they'd kill him if he'd say any more. He was pushed further, and further, until he told what it was that would get him killed. Information was extracted from him, like his teeth were extracted from his jaw.

The biggest shame... Was those eyes, no longer able to reflect the glimmering of the knife, closed and glassy.

Alive, yet sent into a stupor. The questioning going too far.

...

Sybil slowly let out a breath, as they stripped the gloves from their hands, moving to rinse off what remained, into the pot of water to the side, serving as a temporary basin; already tinged with a pinkish crimson. Fragments of teeth and nails floating in the broth.

The exorcist looked over their shoulder, towards Wald, as their mind struggled to come out of the tunneled vision of the ordeal, still processing what was learned, what was said, "... What did you say earlier...? About... What was it... Long hog?"
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"The machinations of apathy benefit only those that have power upon you. Yet, are not all gods and men made equal beneath the weight of steel? What then to the flames that tempered that iron into steel? To make what was impure, pure again, it must be sent through a crucible of flame. Cooked until all that is left is the purity of a blameless soul. Iron that weeps is not steel. Iron that has been tortured, burned, scorched, becomes steel through redemption alone."
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Re: Centermost Caliginous Heart II

Tue Aug 20, 2019 8:14 pm


Wald followed the instructions that Sybil gave, being sure to keep his hand's steady. The sound of an animal in pain could be heard throughout the time they worked. Soon enough the place was covered in bodily fluids, the red liquid caked into Wald's hands. He did not use gloves, only using what was needed to get the answers from the man.

The time Wald spent reminded him of the book he looked through at Sybil's dorm. It listed knowledge of the human body, their skin, muscles, organs, and bones. They were not so different from animals, they had all the same features just in different shapes and sizes. A boar's heart was similar to the man's, a monkey's paw was similar to a man's, and even the teeth were similar to a mix of animals. What could really be said is the difference between the creature on the table, and the ones that live in the forest.

...

The student started to clean up, making a pot of water into a pink and brown slurry. Though, while Sybil did this they asked Wald a question. Wald took his hunting knife, wiping it clean on the necromancer's shirt. "Long Pig Sybil." Slowly he moved his knife to the leg of the man. "It is a meat that you will not find for sale, though it is a very common animal." Slowly Wald let the edge of the knife trace the skin of the man on the table, not letting the skin get split. "First you would likely go for the legs, lots of muscle and little fat depending on the animal." Letting the blade trace around the calf and thigh of the man on the table. "The rump is likely the softest meat, if the animal is not active." Cutting the shirt slowly up the stomach and chest. "Don't eat the organs, asides from the liver if it is not corrupted." Wald pushed the back of the blade to the man's neck. The blunt side of the knife pushing on his skin. "The head is useless, you can not eat much from it." Slowly Wald turned around away from the man, holding his knife with his second hand. "I hear the meat is sweet, though I can not confirm such rumors." Wald's face was still, no emotion was let to be set on it.

Wald was able to easily describe how to butcher a man, how the cuts would likely taste, and even what not to eat. Though he did not plan to do anything of the sort, as if he did partake in such meat then he would never be able to use society.
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Re: Centermost Caliginous Heart II

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It was easy to not be disgusted by Wald's implication. The man on the table was no longer a person, to Sybil. A mound of misshapen flesh and bone. As though he had become a weed that appeared to be starkly human, rather than someone that was on the verge of breaking, covered in his own crimson, and utterly vulnerable. The process of extracting information was tedious at best. Break after break of whittling down an already broken soul's resistance was something that wasn't entirely something that did wonders for the mind. Yet, as they washed their hands at the basin, the vague broth of broken parts simply moving filth around, rather than offering a genuine clean, they entertained the thought for a moment.

Glancing over towards Wald once more, their lips parted, as though finally about to give a response to what he had just said, past a slow nod or something. "That's disgusting, Wald." Came the response, eyes flickering towards the tortured man. As he breathed, they could see the knocked holes of missing teeth, the pained movement of fingers without nails. Was it truly something genuinely hard to rationalize? To the exorcist, at the very least, it was something that went without saying. The man had done quite unspeakable things. Raising the dead, pulling a soul to his whims, to conduct crimes that he himself was too cowardly to handle himself. Using his magic as a weakness, a crutch that thoroughly disgusted them. "Best to put a dog down, than to become lame yourself."

Sybil spat upon the man's body, as they wiped their hands as clean as it could get in the basin.

"Regardless, it seems that he was telling the truth about that group of like minds." Sybil finally chimed in, mind finally exploring the events of the torture itself, yet stopping dead at the threshold of imagery. "He was more scared of the implications of him being released back to that... Cult, than what I was doing with the knife. Don't think that can be easily faked, especially when it's in such a sensitive place, the mouth." They sighed out, as their eyes simply returned to the basin. At this point, their hands were being scrubbed more out of habit and trying to occupy their mind, than anything that had to do with cleanliness. Their mind was spotless, yet their body felt dirty. "Most of the lies came from them... Well. Being powerful. At least, more than himself."

Letting out a slow breath, their eyes slowly close. Wringing their hands of the fluids, it was hard to feel even remotely clean in this hovel of a cellar. It reeked of death and embalming fluids. There was always something dripping from the ceiling that didn't feel quite like water. The place was always slightly off. The colors were nauseating, how the lights reflected a steamy hazy rather than something that was more natural for the exorcist to consider. At this point, it was becoming less and less clear on which part of this was natural, or solely within their own mind. Reaching back, they grasp at the leather straps of their apron, the entire front of the thing deeply splattered in crimson. Allowing to slide off by the neck, Sybil allows it to rest against the floor.

"He came off as more of an academic, than anyone worth their weight in salt." Sybil finally said, attention going sidelong to Wald, "While I'm not sure of the capabilities this breed of magery possesses, I don't think we'll be in danger of any sort of physical retribution. And this event, well... It was a public posting that was handed in my direction from a source... You know him. Karlsson?" They allow the silence to hang in the air for a moment, as the sloshing of water came back, hands still working to cleanse itself of the vile fluids. For some reason... This seemed to be the hill that Sybil chose to die on. Getting cleaner using dirty water. "Chances are, once I'm paid, our faces will be wiped clean from this, making it quite hard, unless they risk an incident with the authorities."

Yet... Their eyes go back towards the resting killer. Recovering from his bout of torture. "But truth be told... I don't know how brutally idiotic this cult is. I don't know whether getting the townsmen to hunt them down into oblivion would be better than simply fading into the night, at this point."
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"The machinations of apathy benefit only those that have power upon you. Yet, are not all gods and men made equal beneath the weight of steel? What then to the flames that tempered that iron into steel? To make what was impure, pure again, it must be sent through a crucible of flame. Cooked until all that is left is the purity of a blameless soul. Iron that weeps is not steel. Iron that has been tortured, burned, scorched, becomes steel through redemption alone."
-Sybil Malach, justifying the burning of a necromancer.

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Wald Lowca
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Re: Centermost Caliginous Heart II

Wed Aug 21, 2019 2:01 am


Wald listened to what the student had to say, it seems that the student might of seen though the act. Though, with Sybil there really was no telling, Wald was not good at telling such things. He may have a grasp of high language, but not the concepts of normal social uses. Though the last comment gave Wald a small grin. "No Sybil, I am a dog, that thing on the table is a worm." Looking back Wald bore his teeth. "A dog is loyal, a worm plays with corpses." Wald pushed a bit further into the man's betrayal of his community.

Slowly Wald walked off, looking at the books that remained, some of them smelt of rot and ink. They must of been used to help the man create animated corpses, though the means how escaped Wald's knowledge. It was very tempting though, as he though of what he could do. Who he could bring back into his life, Wald shook his head removing the thoughts. Such things were not natural, nor would the being brought back be, them again. Those corpses out in the snow were a good display of that.

Sybil began to speak about the information gathered, as Wald walked back to the table. The man's eyes watching his approach. The thought of letting the townsmen handle it, left a bad taste in Wald's mouth. He was suppose to let the Rangers handle it last time, and he was blamed for the deed. It was only after finding that map, that was when he was finally able to take care of those animals. Wald's fist began to close tight, his anger was at a near boil. "Like Fark!" Wald slammed his fist onto the table next to the man. "The Rangers did not take care of things!" Wald looked back in anger towards Sybil. "The animals that hurt you, why did they go without punishment for so long Sybil!" Wald walked forward. "I was blamed for those Fod-sacks, and I had to take care of those filthy creatures!" Ylfa soon came into the physical world, as Wald got closer to Sybil. "I can't let sins against my family go...!" Before Wald could continue, Ylfa bit Wald's arm pulling him. Trying to bring him out of his fit of anger, the thoughts of another group getting away sparking his wrath.

Ylfa pulled harder on Wald, pulling him back. "Please, Master." Soon the two's eyes meet with each other. "Please do not get angry, Master." This was the first time that Wald had an outburst like this, his voice was never raised like this. It must of given Ylfa some fear, of what it was not sure, but she did not like her Master to be angry.
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