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Just a normal day for an apprentice turns into a life altering events.

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Location: The Facility for Retrospective Analysis - Fifth Floor
Date: 30th Trial of Saun of the 693th Arc



As the fifth Break came to pass on the 30th Trial of the season of saun in the 685th Arc. The young Eidisi mage awoke from his slumber as he did every day. As an apprentice, his daily tasks required him to arrive to the Facility earlier than his master to make sure that the research laboratory was set up to the standards required for the days experiments. With his mind finally free of the cobwebs of sleep, he rose out of his blankets as he removed himself from his bed. The Eidisi started his normal morning ritual of preparing himself for the day. Taking care of his personal grooming inside his the wash room and dressed himself in his normal work attire. Dressed and washed for the day, he then moved to his kitchen and prepared a small breakfast that consisted of fresh coldwater tuna, that Isen had purchased from the fish market the day before, and a small chunk of bread. As the research assistant finished his early morning meal, he gathered his cloak and satchel then left his apartment within the Amber Prism. He made the long, cold journey in the dark from the prisms to The Viden Academy. With the early hours and the cold weather, very few people were out and about within the city.

As one of the first individuals to arrive at The Viden Academy, the apprentice made his way into the empty main hall of the ornate building. Taking the now familiar route through the halls and down the narrow staircase that ended at the doors that led into the Facility of Retrospective Analysis which was located within the lower sections of the Academy. Taking his key from his pocket, Isen let himself through the door as he passed the sentries that maintained a watchful eye over the entrance to the secured research center. As soon as he broke the threshold, he was met with the sounds, the soft moans and cries, of the subjects housed with the depths below him. The necromancer made his way through each of the floors, passing the administration offices and making his way down the various flights of stairs. Ignoring the cages that housed the individual for the Facilities experiments that were within the metal cubes.

Arriving to his master’s research laboratory, he unlocked the door and slipped inside. Once inside the room, Isen moved to the left while staying in antechamber. This is where he deposited his cloak and satchel on the rack that hung from the wall. Removing his tinderbox from his leather bag, Isen started moving throughout the rest of the room as he lit each of the candles, lamps, and heating furnaces that provide the working light and warmth within the cold workroom. With everything lit, the young scholar put away his lighter as he moved to his next task.

Checking the curriculum his master had left for him that covered today's procedure, he made a mental check list of the required tools, ingredients, and supplies. With the list made, the Eidisi moved from inside the lab and down the hall to the storage area. Gathering the various tools required for the task and placing them on the tool tray, in their assigned spots that his master prefered them to be in. As he went throughout the storage rooms and pantries gathering the required materials, he allowed his mind to drift. As something that he did every day for the past two Arcs since joining the Facility’s ranks, the tasks at hand had became something mundane and something that he was able to do while paying very little attention to what his body was doing. Soon he would be initiated into the magical acts, which was something that he desperately wanted. It was something he had been working towards since he changed his course of study when he was a student in the Academy. This would allow him to push past the limitations his master placed on him. It would allow the future mage begin his own experiments and courses of study. To better himself within the eyes of his creator and succeed where all others had failed. This would allowed him to be rewarded as he was able to finish a task that so many had started before him but were not able to accomplish. Upon completion, he knew that he would be able to bring peace to the creator of his race, the very one who accepted him into this research group and served as the patron to the city that he called home, the Immortal Yvithia.

Checking over the cart that was now full of various items he had collected within the storage areas, he went over his mental checklist to make sure that he had gathered the everything that was needed and in the required amounts. Thinking back to the last time he had forgotten something and shook his head. His master wasn’t cruel or unjust. But he was an Eidisi and did not take ignorance or failure lightly. Confident that he had everything that was required, he pushed the cart back to his master’s assigned space and arranged everything as he had done hundreds of times before. Knowing the today's subject would be brought in by another assistant shortly after the arrival of his master, Isen moved to his stool and took out the notebook, quill, and ink and placed it in his writing area. As an apprentice, he primary responsibility, unless told otherwise, was to document that course of the experiment and make notes as he was instructed. With the last task of the morning completed, he retrieved a book from his bag. This one was of the more recent assigned reading that his master had given him to occupy his free time. Looking over the faded leather bound book titled ‘The Art of Undeath’, he moved to where he had left off until and began to read.

A few dozen pages later, he heard the sounds outside of the room that indicated the arrival of his master. Marking is place with a loose piece of parchment and placing the book back into the satchel, the apprentice met his master at the door. “Good morning Master” the apprentice greeted as he does everyday. “Morning Isen, is everything prepared?” the necromancer asked. “Yes Master. I have collected today's tools and ingredients as per your instructions. The subject will be delivered from upstairs shortly.” was the reply given. The master nodded his head and moved into the antechamber to deposit his belonged next to where Isen had placed the cloak and satchel early in the morning. With the arrival of the teacher, the day was set to begin as soon as the subject arrived.


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The Facility for Retrospective Analysis, Viden’s greatest secret, was known only to a select few. Though some workers down here were ellune, their work areas were kept in a more accessible section of the underground facility, where they would not be exposed to the horrors their ancestors had suffered at the hands of Yvithia before Treid had found them. They might know of the facility - perhaps legends were passed down from Treid’s original creations, but it was never spoken of. The vast majority of researchers down here were eídisi, with no other race invited into employment.

Despite this, all known races across Idalos could be found within the Facility, thanks to the assistance from the slippery Valtharn, a Mortalborn Yvithia has easily ensnared. The test subject being used today, guided down by another assistant, was a member of the Naerikk race. She was nothing special: born and bred here without any identity of her own, if she had a name, it would have been one given to her by her handlers.

She was a meek little thing, barely past her majority. Having known nothing else but the stone walls that entombed her, the subjects existence was one of monotony only ever broken by the researchers who wanted her for whatever unknown purposes. “Over there,” the assistant murmured, nudging her forwards as they entered the room. the words were spoken in the Ancient Language: all researchers were eídisi, and this tongue was their natural dialect. It was commonplace to speak it where there were no human citizens of Viden to take offence, so most, if not all, test subjects also carried the Ancient Language as their first language.

Obeying without anything more than a small nod of her head, she moved to the centre of the room, glancing around. This type of room was new to her. Thus far, the naer had been subject to a series of cognitive and physical stamina tests, designed to assess her development against other races.

She had never experienced pain, nor trauma. Regardless of the fact that the young woman had spent her life sleeping in a caged cell, and made to perform like an animal in a travelling circus (not that she had any frame of reference for something like that), she had not known any particular hardships, nor trauma in the traditional sense of the word. As she glanced around the room, her eyes displayed a fair sense of curiosity for all for the new equipment and implements. Also noticeable was a hint of trepidation, but not as a result of expectation for pain, merely a concern that she would not be able to perform whatever new task the researchers asked of her.
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After storing his belongings within the Antechamber, the necromancer moved into the primary area of the work room. He moved from the doorway, crossing over to his workplace. The teacher took up the curriculum he had left his student last night, for him to gather the required materials for today's study. Isen watched as the instructor’s finger traced a line downward over each of the required items. As his eyes darted between the piece of parchment and to where the item should be located. As his finger reached the end of the list, the Master appeared to be satisfied that all the items were present and in their predetermined location. Isen observed his master as he placed this list back on the table and moved from the workroom to the washroom. The student moved to follow his master as he also needed cleanse himself for today's task.

A soft knock at the door kept Isen from following. Knowing this would be the delivery of todays test subject. The learner moved from his location near the washroom, back through the workroom, then into the entrance hall of the laboratory. Opening the door which gave access to the Eidisi assistant outside, in his normal research attire, and a young Naerikk female, dressed in the normal cheaply made clothing given to the subjects. “Over there,” the assistant spoke to the test subject as he nudged her into the room. This was only the second Naerikk Isen had ever seen. The first one he was able to come into contact with. The female shuffled further into the room to await further instructions. The Facility member who delivered her handed Isen her file and then left the room, shutting the door on his way out.

Sneering at the female as he looked over the file he, noting a few different variables that could come into play later. She was young, far younger than the necromancer's apprentice, whom was young in the context to his own people. The apprentice made a slow distant circle around the test subject. He was looking for any abnormalities that were not listed within the file. Checking for anything that could skew the data from the study. An unknown variable. He noted her tanned skin that appeared just a shade darker than the caramel candies the Eidisi picked up from the market place every so often. He noted that it must be her natural skin tone, due to her not being outside the facility in some time according to her chart. Her hair was a dark black, the same color as the ravens that he had saw pictures of within the books in the Great Library. But most interesting of her physical characteristics was the tattoos on her body. Long strains of black ink down her arms, up her legs, and along her torso. As the research assistant moved closer, the Naerikk didn’t move, she didn’t even flinch as the Eidisi reached out and grabbed her wrist. Isen moved her arm closer to his eyes. So he could examine words tattooed to her flesh. Each world appeared to be of his mother tongue, the ancient language of the Immortals. The words tattooed into her skins just appeared to be random words like ‘Beauty’, ‘Strength’, or ‘Speed’. Or characteristic that matches her physical makeup like ‘Black Hair’, ‘Blue Eyes’, or ‘Skin’. “Strip to your undergarments. Then lay on the examination table.” Isen commanded in the ancient language. As the subject stripped off her outer clothing, placing them on the floor next to the table. Then laying on the cold metal table. The assistant moved beside her, noting that her tattoos continued up her arms and legs. Per the prior instructions from his master, Isen moved to strap the subject down to the table. The blue male reached under the table to retrieve the thick leather strap that was connected to the underside of the table. Working through the task of securing the three straps that secured the test subject’s ankles, waist, and the torso to the examination table. Once he was satisfied that each of the straps was secured to the best of his ability, he left the table and went to advise his master that everything was ready. “Master, she is ready for you.” he advised his master as he entered into the washroom, where his master still was. “Good. Let’s get this started.” the researcher stated as he left the room. The teacher approached table, examining the subject as he made his way to her. Isen moved to his area, picking up his quill and preparing to take the notes that he was instructed to document

Over many Breaks of the day, the test subject was poked, prodded, and studied. The teacher was looking and trying to discovered how the tattoos worked. The goal was to find a way to strip the illusions that the tattoos created in a easy and effective manner. Taking samples from the ink that made up the tattoos for later study. Each action was called out for Isen to document, then the reaction or results would then again be verbally stated for the assistant to document. Many pages of notes later, the master stepped away from the subject. He called Isen from his note taking station. Putting his quill down, closing the notebook, and securing his ink the future mage moved to stand alongside his master. The master took a small dagger from the table, then turned to hand it to Isen. “Here.” the master said as he offered the knife to his student. Isen reached up and took the knife by the handle. Looking to his master with a questioning look, that was answered before the question could even leave his lips. His master spoke again,.”The next step of the experiment is to examine the internal workings of the tattoos. To do so, we will need to conduct an dissection of the subject. Now terminate the subject and prepare it for dissection.” he was ordered the learner. “Yes master”, Isen replied.

When it came to his master conducting research on the various uses of the necromantic arts, the subject came already terminated. This would be the first time that the Eidisi would have to terminate one of the subject himself. Yes he had observed this happening to various subject before this day. The times that his master had other research goals before using the subject as an object to animate, he was not asked to handle the termination. But here he was being asked to take the life of another creature in the name of science. In the name of research. In the name of his Immortal creator. Isen glanced at the knife. A small steel dagger with a double edged blade that was approximately five inches long and had a smooth dark wood handle. Looking over the girl, she was young, she was scared. Isen knew she had heard was he was instructed to do. But she was also a Naerikk.A creature not worthy to even be in the presence of the Eidisi. They are the creations of the Shadow Queen, Yvithia’s most hated enemy. The work he was conducting could prove very valuable in the Mistress of Knowledge’s quest to gain the upper hand against her rival. She was an abomination that Isen did not care for.But it was still a big step, his first kill. Was it weakness to hesitate to take the life of a creature barely better than the game the ranger’s hunted outside the city. This work could lead to breakthrough in his masters work. The breakthrough could prove that Isen was ready for his master to finally allow him to go through the initiation. To allow him to start forging his own path. But a thought crossed the assistant's mind ‘ Maybe this was a test’. A test to find out if Isen had the mental strength and the fortitude required to handle the initiation. To make sure he had what it took to be a fully fledged researcher of the Facility.

As he glanced at his master, he noted the slight frown on his face. He fixed his grip on the dagger as he stepped forward towards the subject. He noted that she was now had a few tears running down her cheeks only to fall onto the table. As Isen took the knife and began count the ribs from the top. One... two… three... four… between the fourth and fifth rib was where he needed. A quick, deep, and effective thrust between these two ribs would quickly and mostly painlessly terminate the subject. Holding the knife in his right hand, he reached up with his left hand towards her face. As she flinched from his touch, Isen moved to wipe the tears away. He then stroke her cheek a time or two to hopefully not only help comfort her, but also himself. On the third stroke of his left hand along her cheek, he pulled his right hand back. Isen then started the motion forward to pierce her skin, penetrate the ribs, and end her life.

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The Facility for Retrospective Analysis was not an inherently evil place, but there were a number of experiments being undertaken that could be described as such. This was one such example. Here, a fit and healthy girl was going to breathe her last, for no fault other than being born into the nameless status of test subject. The first she noticed was the different way in which these researchers held themselves, how they looked at her. She had, with no understanding or awareness of the outside world, been treated with relative kindness until now.

Here, in this room, she remained silent, checks flushing as she was examined like a prize dog, checked for damage and blemishes. The girl didn’t know why. She didn’t know why they did most things. No one had ever taken the time to tell her, though she understood enough of what handlers and researchers around her would say to each other. She knew of Viden, of the sky, of a fresh breeze. Of men, women and children who slept in luxurious, large rooms, rather than wire-mesh and metal-hewn cages with padding on the floor in a corner. She believed others didn’t have to experience the debasement of having to piss and shit within hearing distance of another, or have to be seen, or even have to smell the excrement leaving others.

She even knew of her ancestral homeland, Augiery, and knew a little of their culture. She knew this language she spoke - the Ancient Tongue - should not be her natural language. She knew more than she let on. And it was all of this knowledge that made her keenly aware that something was amiss, as she stood and waited for her next command.

In the beginning of this session, not everything was painful. Uncomfortable, yes, but nothing to cause her to shy away from his poking and prodding. She remained silent still, a part of her just as curious as the researcher - but she was not interested in the results, she was interested in him, on how his colourless eyes widened and narrowed, lit up and darkened as he watched and wrote, prodded and watched some more. She could see, on occasion, how he lost himself in his work, almost forgetting to hate her (because she even knew that her race was despised above all others by this blue being). The routine settled for a while, and the naer patiently waited for the experiment to be over and she could return to her bed.

And then the pair spoke again. Perhaps it was folly, for them to express the next steps in the Ancient Tongue. She had heard other languages being spoken in the Facility, but rarely, so had a very limited grasp of them. But, well past her adolescence, the girl was linguistically capable in what had become her mother tongue, after arcs of being spoken to in the language. She understood everything they said, and it terrified her. When the man touched her, she saw in his eyes something akin to… pity. She’d witnessed that in their eyes, and she’d never seen it directed at her before.

Something in her snapped.

The clinical smells of the room would be lost to him. The sounds of the girl’s harsh breathing diminished to nothing. The sight of the bright white room dissipated into darkness. His limbs would become jelly as he lost all sense of touch. Though his limbs would jerk and flail, it would feel as if he couldn’t move, with no sense of anything to ground himself: even gravity ceases to exist.

Oblivion.

The room, brightly lit up until now, dimmed to blackness for her quarry as she took a sharp step away. The power was not new to her, yet it was unfamiliar: Researchers had had her use it in the past to understand it better, and she knew she had to keep her distance, lest her shadow return to her, giving the man back his senses. Focused on that, she took more steps back, eyes darting around frantically for an escape route. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the researcher’s ‘master’ shout something out. Noise down the corridor. The supervisor moving. The researcher now flailing on the ground. She had to act.

The shadow was fighting to return to her, and she let it as she left forwards, snatching up the knife now lying ownerless on the floor. Even when the boy regained his senses, it would take a moment for him to recover, at least, she she used that moment to strike, plunging the knife deep into the researcher’s neck twice. She lunged to strike again, but was unable to meet her target, before she was pulled away and tackled to the ground by beefy men with loud voices.

The naer smiled as she watched the blood pool around the unmoving body. It didn't matter what they did to her now. If she was to go, she would go with a fight, a message to everyone that she wouldn't die on her knees.
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As Isen drove the dagger towards the flesh of the creature before him, he attempted to force his mind to go blank. Doing this in an attempt to numb himself of the feelings associated with to taking a life. This was, in his opinion, different from when he had terminated animals and other non-sentient beings before as an apprentice. But this shadow creature was a sentient being, she was self-aware and had conscious thoughts, unlike the mice and other animals from his past. These thoughts ran through the assistant’s mind in the course of a the milliseconds that passed, from the time he started the thrust to the time that the tip of the blade went to pierce the skin. Just as the the Eidisi had came to terms, well at least was going to be able to kill this Naerikk, he was thrown back hard by some unseen force.

As Isen hit the floor, confusion overwhelmed him as darkness overtook him. The only thing he could see was black. The light of the room, provided by the many different sources within, were extinguished instantly. Panic started to overwhelm the young Eidisi at the sudden disappearance of his vision, as he trying to orientate himself. Isen tried to move to the wall that he felt should be behind him, in an attempt to distance himself from the Naerikk. He found that none of his limbs would not work, neither his arms nor his legs would obey the commands of his mind. He found he could be feel nothing. He did not feel the the coldness of floor, the heat from the fires heating the room, or even pain from his fall. As the apprentice attempted to cry out for help, for his master to save him from what the had happen, he found that no sound could escape his lips. As his fear threatened to slip into hysteria. After what seemed like an eternity for the blue male on the floor of the laboratory, the darkness passed and his senses returned to him.

Isen laid on the ground, attempting to catch his breath and to regain his senses. As the necromancer's apprentice attempted to open his eyes, he found the surrounding light, normally harmless, was blinding. Quickly closing his eyes to shield them from the painful and nauseating brightness, he started to try to collect himself from what had happened. Forcing himself to breath deep, he worked to catch his breath after the attack he had suffered. As feeling returned to his body, he began to feel the coldness from the floor start to seep through his clothing to his skin. With more deep long breathes, the Eidisi moved to a sitting position and began to look over the surroundings trying to figure out what had happened to him. With a squint, Isen opened his eyes just enough to allow his eyes to slowly acclimate to the lighting of the room once more. As he fully opened them, he was met with the flash of light in the corner of his eyes. Turning his head to see what was happening, Isen caught sight of the young creature lunging towards him. The flash of light was the silver dagger, he had been holding, reflecting the lights of the flames inside the room. Before he could react to the threat, or even cry out in alarm, he felt the long blade of the dagger pierce the skin of his neck. Then in quick succession, a second thrust was made into his throat.

As the blade was pulled from his skin for the second time, the assistant grabbed his throat to stop the bleeding. Still disoriented from the initial attack, he wasn’t able to even consider creating a valid plan to try and save his own life. As he attempted to stop his life essence from flowing from his veins. But even with both hands on his wound, he was able to feel the blue liquid flow between his fingers as he desperately tried to apply the amount of pressure needed to keep it inside him. But with every passing second, his strength was fading as the exsanguination took its toll on his body. Trying to breath forced him to cough, where the Eidisi was met with metallic taste of blood, that splattered his lap and the surrounding floor, as he fell from his sitting position. Fear descended on Isen now that he was struggling to breath, with each breath being harder and harder to take as they became more shallow. As unknown to Isen, his lungs were rapidly filling with his own vital fluid and drowning the would-be-mage. As the last of his strength faded and his hand slipped from his neck. Isen was unaware that he was now laying in a pool of his own blood. His visioned started to become more narrow, then started to fade black. As darkness once again threatened to over take him, a few tears leaked from his eyes. With a one last breath, all the could be heard was a gargle, as the blood from his lungs ran freely out his mouth and nose. Then darkness overtook him and he was no more, the life left his white eyes. The Eidisi of Yvithia, known as Isen Fydar, fade from existence and faded from his life in the mortal realm.


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Best described by anyone who knew her well (which was hardly anyone, truth be told) as an anxious megalomaniac, Yvithia was a rather ego-centric soul. Not particularly because she thought the world of herself - even though she knew she was more intelligent than your average peanut - but because she was so curious that tunnel vision often got the better of her. She could spend breaks, trials, seasons trapped in the Facility for Retrospective Analysis, focused on a single project so much that nothing could draw her away.

At times like this, the world fell away. Viden became little more than blocks of stone and ice, her citizens forgotten. Her precious Xyphs, who she spent so long nurturing would also be forgotten, with only her most trusted, her Champions and Exalted Xyphs, able to get through the shields she placed around her mind. Normal citizens had no chance.

One particular eídisi was very luck that trial.

Had Yvithia been busy - either caught up in her own research or meeting with her closest advisors, she would not have known of the death of one of her researchers. The as-yet unmarked eídisi was new to the Facility for Retrospective Analysis, something which in and of itself was unusual. Ordinarily, Yvithia herself approved all workers in the Facility. It was her way of ensuring their loyalty to her, as well as their value. She would Bless each one when approving their role too… if nothing more than to have access to their minds, to ensure that loyalty.

The Facility was her biggest secret and she would not let it slip out of some wayward tongue. Isen hadn’t been vetted, which was the initial shocked thought the Immortal experienced when she paused to watch researchers storm though the corridors at an alarming pace. She heard the general cries from them and quickly ascertained there had been an… altercation. A naerikk girl - oh how fascinating they were - unleashing Audrae’s unnatural gift upon her researchers… before killing one of them.

And it wasn’t that he was dead that shocked her. It was that she had found out through the shouts of others. Normally, she would feel it. The Immortal of Communication didn’t have many Xyphs, relative to the blessed of other Immortals, but her gift to them was primarily telepathic. It intrinsically linked her to each and every one of them: she knew their names, their fears, their deepest desires… and she felt them die.

Curiosity more than anything else had her following the crowd, who parted in silence as they felt their leader’s presence approaching. She entered the room to see carnage. Sterilised implements littered the floor, tables upturned, blood marring an otherwise pristine room. It was silent, the naer having been put down by one of the handlers - such a waste. And the dead eïdisi boy staring unseeingly upwards.

Give me the room,” she whispered, her thoughts carrying the message to servants who could not hear her. They moved instantly, clearing the corridor, a few moving forward to help the master necromancer from the room. Yvithia did not move, her eyes still trailing around the destroyed space. She had not seen such destruction in arcs… she had thought her researchers and handlers more competent than this. Apparently not.

Sighing, she turned to leave, message to her handlers to clean the room already formed in her head. Then she paused and looked back to the boy. Curiosity alight again, she wondered what about this boy was so special? Her servants had decided he was good enough to be confident in recruiting him - why? Three steps towards him and she knelt, examining him as she made her decision. Her body would protest what she was about to do, Yvithia knew… but it seemed worth the risk. Her fingers grazed the boy’s brow in a feather light touch, as she claimed the boy back from Vri.
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Re: [Facility] Undying Loyalty (Whisper)


The blackness that overtook Isen as the last bit of life left his body, was nothing that the Eidisi had ever experienced before. Even the darkest night within a room with no candles nor windows would have compared to what surrounded him. It was complete nothingness, lack of anything around him but the darkness that surrounded him. Time passed slowly. If it even passed at all, for the young researcher did not know if time was even measured once you were dead. But over the moments that Isen attempted to wrap his mind around what had happened… He remembered the darkness of the shadows. He remembered the little Naerikk test subject. He remembered the knife, the pain he felt as the blade penetrated the blue flesh of his throat. He remembered falling back and watching as the lights dimmed and his blood flowed freely from his body. He remembered his death. But this brought up a question if he was dead, where was he now?

Looking about, the necromancer began to see shapes around him. The darkness began to fade, replaced by a mist, or fog, that obscure his vision. Through the mist, Isen was able to see what appeared to be the room of the Facility that he had just been in. But after a blink, the room was replaced with something else… like he was somewhere else. The area around the blue mortal continues to change, it continued to warp around. But as the fog seemed to lighten up and dissipate. The areas that mimicked the room of the facility appeared to stay away longer and longer. With the unknown area seemed to take precedence. As this new area gained more clarity, Isen’s memory of where he is and how he got there began to fade… panic began to ensue. Turning his head, he caught sight of two silhouettes still within the fog. Isen opened his mouth to speak and asked for help, but found himself unable to talk. The Eidisi watched the shadows within the fog as more silhouettes began to appear. As the fog appeared to be fade fully from view. The silhouettes moved to step forward, these silhouettes were human in shape… human females that appeared to be identical to one another. But before he could get a better look, they faded from view. Replaced by a bright light, a light brighter than either of the dual suns of Faldrun, that then quickly dimmed to something more real and familiar. Looking around he found himself within the facility, laying on the ground of his master’s laboratory. The assistant was confused to how he had ended up on the floor, laying on the ground like some caged animal and unsure to what had happened. Turning his head to the opposite direction, he was met by the face of his creator, the Immortal of Intelligence herself, Yvithia.

The mother to his people was leaning over him. It appeared that as she noticed that he had awakened, she stood up and stepped away from his crumpled body. Having been in her presence only a few times before, but never been the one to be the complete focus of her attention. Isen went to sit up, as he needed to get to his feet and show her the proper respect that was required from a faithful subject. Isen found himself to be unsteady and off balance, with a sense of dizziness as he raised to a sitting position. Knowing that he needed to stand, the young mortal started to rise, by using his right hand and placing it on the floor. Using it as a brace, he was able to steady himself and reached his feet. As Isen went to smooth his clothing and making sure he was presentable for Yvitha, he noticed wetness on the hand he had used to assist himself to his feet. Dropping his eyes to his hand, he found the liquid to be red… it was blood. In a slight panic, the necromancer dropped his eyes to the floor below him. Finding it, along with himself, covered in blood. Too much blood for a minor injury. Forgetting the Immortal before him, Isen began to check himself for any wounds, not finding any. He raised his eyes and seeing the forgotten divine before himself. Not wishing to make himself appear any more foolish and pathic that he had already portrayed, Isen moved out of the pool that was beneath him. Offering Yvithia the acceptable half bow, lowering his eyes in respect to her. “My lady, forgive me for my rudeness.” the apprentice offered in an apology, as he raised up from the bow. His creator was not one for the formalities and protocol that one would expect of an Immortal. “My lady” Isen began as his eyes met hers “I am confused to what has transpired. The last thing I remember is securing a test subject on the table here in my master’s workspace.” Weakness began to seep further into Isen’s body, he was forced to lean against the table he had spoken of. “I know it is not my place, as you are very busy with your research. And I should get back to my master to continue ours. But if I may ask, what happened here?” He asked as he had to reposition himself to stay standing.



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