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Story Time
The smell was spreading, driven by the strong wind blowing for a few days on the region. The sand eroded away the flesh to shreds and skins were partially decomposed. It was the dead who walked along the dunes of the Emerald desert; led his troop’s corpses walking towards his goal Mineptra. The capital was only a day's journey and so far any force capable of preventing the authorities had been silenced. The dead and the ranks of zombies of the necromancer were caring the body of Nehant fully wrapped.
“Do you think he will come?” Asked , whose shoes sank into the sand, disturbing her progression.
“My dear, the question is not whether he will come, because he will come, but is he going to accept my proposal?”
“And if he does not, what shall we do?”
“We do not have a backup plan, I am to be persuasive.”
“I issue some fears given what he has done, .”
“I'm not Dimizar!” Zejabel quipped.
“Sorry to have implied.”
A few hours later, they reached the place of appointment and that they had to meet was already there, waiting patiently. It was a strange-looking man, certainly Nehantist by his outfit, but there was something more. Long wings beating slowly on his back, one of which is similar to the shadow, the other consisting of feathers of light. It was the same with her hair, which had a dark side and the other blond. When he saw Zejabel and his zombies, he nodded slightly before approaching the necromancer.
“You're not alone,” said in the tone of mistrust. “We were to meet both of us and nobody else.”
“I had to change my plans because I have no time. Have no worry; no one is here to get you in trouble.”
“What do you want? Why have you made me commit to this long journey?”
“Somewhere in Mineptra is a place where a certain Ayept is enclosed...”
“Ayept?” Exclaimed the Fallen, remembering the days when he was a Solarian. “What do you want with him?”
“That is my business, I just need to reach there, would you take me there? You're originally from here if the memories of Dimizar do not deceive me.”
“Dimizar? I thought you had him destroyed,” the demon said by stepping back. “I do not want to do it, he ruined my life.”
“Where is Ayept? Can you take me there, yes or no?”
“I can, but what do I gain by it?”
“Everyone has a price, what's your take?”
“Um, mine... I think only Nehant could get rid of it,” said the demon showing the stone-heart that perverted him years ago. “Are you able to get me back to the way I used to be?”
Zejabel looked at the body he had gently placed on the ground to be able to discuss freely with the Fallen. No, he could not do such a marvel, the transformation was final. At least for the immediate future because once his plan was successful, he would probably be able to achieve the desire of the Fallen, but that was not a foregone conclusion.
“I will help you, I can get you back to the way you were before Dimizar transformed you, but it is necessarily to revive Ayept first,” said Zejabel attempting a bluff.
“I agree,” said the demon. “I can take you to the room containing Ayept. But it is under Mineptra, how will you go about it, so we can reach so far? The royal guards would never let us get that far.”
“I will make it my job,” said Zejabel confident.
Mineptra, the shining city, jewel of the desert, to this day offered a sable coat. The wind had not stopped blowing and dust mixed with the sand formed a curious yellowish haze. It suited Zejabel and thus would benefit his plan from the lack of visibility in the streets of the city. and Ishaia had received orders from the necromancer following the guidance of the Fallen. These, along with a dozen zombies had toured the city to get to the entrance of the cemetery where the dead were asleep. The few zombies and two necromancers came quickly after the two guards who were there before going to their office. Very quickly the dead by the dozens left the cemetery obedient to the orders of Nehantist. Mineptra streets were then taken over.
When the first cries were heard, Zejabel knew that Alamaria and Ishaia had launched the attack and that the time had come for him and the demon to move into action. With discretion both Nehantists crept through the streets that were deserted because of the attack. The unfortunate few that remained in their path eventually ended up being lifeless with their faces against the ground. The diversion Almaria and Ishaia caused seemed to work, the guards of the city and the royal guards were occupied by the zombies of the necropolis, leaving free passage for Zejabel.
“Well, it is at the end of this corridor,” said the demon. “I will not go any further; anyway, you no longer need me. I'll wait for you outside the city, good luck...”
“It is not a matter of luck,” said the necromancer advancing.
At the end of the corridor was a large room lit by a dozen large oil lamps. In the center was an emerald statue two meters high representing a Solarian clutching a huge serpent, the symbol of domination of Sol'ra over Ayept. Zejabel knew then that it was indeed the right place. But as expected a guard was there, as big as the statue he held a large sword in front of him relying on the blade. Hearing someone arrive he turned around to see who was there and the surprise was enormous, for people present. hadn’t been alive in a long time, but the irony that was the Ptol'a’s curse had caused him to be neither alive nor dead. His body was covered in bandages that covered his skeletal state. Ahmid equiped his weapon immediately, understanding whom he had to deal with, the blade would cut through the air when Zejabel used his magic.
“Well gosh! What have we here? To believe that Ptol'a personally intervened to facilitate my task. You're as dead as me, royal guard... Put your weapon down and rest in a corner there, I will return to you when I have finished my business,” said Zejabel showing Ahmid a corner of the room.
Ahmid, unable to fight against the necromancer lowered his weapon and marched ending inevitably up in the corner, like a child who was punished. As for Zejabel he put his precious bundle on the floor in front of the parcel carefully before unpacking. Nehant’s Body was inert, beautifully preserved, as if he just slept. What he was about to do was beyond understanding, push the very limits of magic. Zejabel had long prepared, since Nehant’s body was in his possession. He would use Nehant’s magical arts at its height, his plan was to slip into Nehant’s skin, and then once inside he would offer the body of Dimizar to Ayept. Everyone would be satisfied. But the operation was going to be extremely painful, not physically, because he was dead and did not feel anything of that side, but on a spiritual level. The ritual was to be done perfectly and so he could come back to life because of Nehant’s body although no soul was still alive. The ritual itself was simple, unlike the preparation that had required a lot of magical power. Zejabel and left his bag of several splinters from Nehant’s prison stuffed full of magic, the goal was to absorb everything in order to link the two bodies and thus project his soul through this passage.
The ritual began. Zejabel clutched the last , now his magical power that could compete with the best magicians of Draconia. Black magic slowly left the crystal absorbed by the parched skin of undeath, enhancing its powers. Then the splinter was emptied, as well as others, and Zejabel passed after the most delicate moment. His stone-heart that was deep down in his chest shone with a dark and malevolent energy ready to pour out. It took several minutes before the link between the two bodies were formed. It was then that an unexpected event occurred. Zejabel would make the final step, the one that was going to get into the Nehant’s body, when a voice reminded his good memory. ()
“Zejabel...”
The voice he had not heard for months. It was that of Dimizar hidden in a corner of the brain dead necromancer. He could not move, as if Ahmid wanted to hit Zejabel.
“What... What's going on?” Zejabel said.
“I waited patiently, I learned your art over the years, secretly, and silently I led you to the idea of transfer, I whispered you how... Although you have control of my body, I am a far greater wizard than you and I got you in looks.
At this point, the Nehantic magic was activated and one soul left the body of Zejabel, but not that which was expected. The body of Nehant was then seized turmoil then it was as though awaking from a long nightmare. Dimizar breathing again, he was no longer trapped in a body that he did not control. He rose slowly, looking at his hands and his environment, he felt really different... and free. Zejabel seethed inwardly, he had to be outdone by Dimizar, a Nehantist, he had defeated, but worse his plan fallen through. There was no question of Ayept being released, because Zejabel would not allow his body to anyone. Now released from Dimizar he could move again.
“Dimiiiizaaar!” Yelled Zejabel, “You just condemn me! I will, I will!”
A scythe blade appeared in the ghostly hand of the necromancer who charged Dimizar. The latter saw the attack happen and decided it was time to put an end to the existence of this parasite. The battle began but was uneven. Zejabel deprived of his magic after the ritual was weakened, and as it were Dimizar had the advantage of all the power of the Nehant’s body and magic. Zejabel would certainly lose. But the fight ended not because of the victory of one of the protagonist, but because of the arrival of royal guards.
The two powers ceased their confrontation and borrowed a demonic portal not without promise a future confrontation...
Did anyone else notice that at least two of the new skins have appeared in the story with the Dimizar's skin appearing in this story and Mellisandre's skin appearing in the World Tree Protector?
Did anyone else notice that both Dimizar's and Mellisandre's new forms are stronger then their final evolution and wonder why the new skins weren't added as new final evolutions that could be unlocked for fez instead of having the exact same stats?
It should be noted that this translator view may not match those of whom make Eredan iTCG. Oh and I may be incorrect about the Dimizar skin being Dimizar's new body since it doesn't looking anything like the character fighting Zejabel.
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Ty Boadicea for the awesome farewell gift. Now just to think up an avatar to go with it. Anyway, I'm still a Sap/Nomad/Pirates fan and user.
Dernière édition par Pikadusk le 04 Août 2013, 10:34, édité 1 fois.
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