Chapter 73
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Chapter 73
Jones had been surprisingly accommodating with the request for the life potion in his liquor. He didnt ask me questions, which made me assume he knew what that meant. Regardless, he didnt seem to care. Raven had encountered one person trailing me, but with her distracting them in her lynx form she made them lose track of where I was before she returned and joined us at the inn.
I explained to Jones, Maxwell, and Raven what Id seen in there as I drank. They all joined me shortly afterward. What do you think is going on for sure?
I shrugged, trying really hard not to slur my words, having drank a bit too much too fast. My guess is theyre using some variation of blood magic to modify the people theyre kidnapping off the streets.
Like that sword we encountered? Maxwell asked.
Nope, I exaggerated my head shake. Magic felt wrong for that, there were something else mixed in.
Jones sat back in his chair, his drink hardly touchedhe was clearly far more used to this kind of stuff than I was. For an undead, Im surprised youre so squeamish about this.
I had enough alcohol in me that my inhibitions were gone to a certain level. Im not your regular undead. I let out a laugh. Far from regular.
Jones frowned at me and then shrugged. Just as long as youre sobered up enough for your attack tonight, I dont care. Youve confirmed what Ive heard, and thats what I needed. Though it is rather alarming that they appear to be a part of a larger organization that we know nothing about.
Well, Raven had a very hungry smile on her face. By tomorrow morning, theyll just be a memory.
***
By the time the evening came all of us had sobered up. Part of me wondered if I was a bad influence. In some ways, Raven was less than two months old and she was already drinking. What kind of responsible adult did that make me?
We were just outside the warehouse in the street. The doors werent open, there were no lights showing on the second floor, and I was certain there were guards walking the streets.
Lets get to it. Wanting full access to magic, Id let my illusion spell fall. In the twilight of the evening, I appeared as nothing more than a dark, cloaked figure. Even if someone saw me in the warehouse, at a glance it wasnt obvious that I was a Lich. Most people assumed I was undead, and from Joness reaction, maybe the undead were more common than I realized. Especially in the criminal world. It also didnt matter because I didnt plan on leaving any survivors this night.
The men started screaming, and the flickering light of my visage snarled back at them. My eyes burned with eldritch purple fire that cast the room before me in eerie, shifting shadows as I cut down man after man. When the spell on Mercy ended, there were only a few more goons remaining, so I did not recast the spell. Eight zombies cornered the men and they were torn apart.
Unfortunately, the zombies created by the spell were not as powerful as I could manage, but the three new corpses would provide good fodder for a new minion.
Raven, scout upstairs please, I said. Though I did not know where she was, I knew she would hear me. With a mental command, I directed the zombies to guard the stairs leading down. Maxwells song ended, proving the fight had been quick.
I tossed the three bodies in a pile and began to cast another spell. Death magic swirled around me and flew into the pile, tearing the flesh and bones apart.
Thinking about some of the abilities I had, I focused on enhancing the power and durability. As death magic flowed out of me into the spell, wisps of death energy joined it. Two powerful legs, thicker around than my torso, formed. From there I created a short body with a cluster of six eyes mounted in the middle of the chest. On that short stout body, four arms connected, each reinforced with extra bone and muscle. Death energy filled the creature and rivulets of power seeped into different parts as the flesh darkened.
Once it was finished, a small descriptor popped up before me and I smiled.
Undead Construct
Level: 50
Bludgeoner
This construct has been enhanced for greater power and durability, created by Ezekiel the Lich.
There was more information, but it didnt really matter. It was interesting that there was a name, there isnt always a name unless you specifically named your creation.
By the time I was finished, Raven had made her way back down. I found the man you described, hes dead now. There wasnt much else of interest up there.
Good. I looked to the stairs, dreading what would come next.
The effects of Maxwells song enhancing my body were still going as I headed toward the stairs. Even still, he began to play another. Somehow it matched the mood as I gritted my teeth and hardened what I had left for a heart.
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Chapter 73
Jones had been surprisingly accommodating with the request for the life potion in his liquor. He didnt ask me questions, which made me assume he knew what that meant. Regardless, he didnt seem to care. Raven had encountered one person trailing me, but with her distracting them in her lynx form she made them lose track of where I was before she returned and joined us at the inn.
I explained to Jones, Maxwell, and Raven what Id seen in there as I drank. They all joined me shortly afterward. What do you think is going on for sure?
I shrugged, trying really hard not to slur my words, having drank a bit too much too fast. My guess is theyre using some variation of blood magic to modify the people theyre kidnapping off the streets.
Like that sword we encountered? Maxwell asked.
Nope, I exaggerated my head shake. Magic felt wrong for that, there were something else mixed in.
Jones sat back in his chair, his drink hardly touchedhe was clearly far more used to this kind of stuff than I was. For an undead, Im surprised youre so squeamish about this.
I had enough alcohol in me that my inhibitions were gone to a certain level. Im not your regular undead. I let out a laugh. Far from regular.
Jones frowned at me and then shrugged. Just as long as youre sobered up enough for your attack tonight, I dont care. Youve confirmed what Ive heard, and thats what I needed. Though it is rather alarming that they appear to be a part of a larger organization that we know nothing about.
Well, Raven had a very hungry smile on her face. By tomorrow morning, theyll just be a memory.
***
By the time the evening came all of us had sobered up. Part of me wondered if I was a bad influence. In some ways, Raven was less than two months old and she was already drinking. What kind of responsible adult did that make me?
We were just outside the warehouse in the street. The doors werent open, there were no lights showing on the second floor, and I was certain there were guards walking the streets.
Lets get to it. Wanting full access to magic, Id let my illusion spell fall. In the twilight of the evening, I appeared as nothing more than a dark, cloaked figure. Even if someone saw me in the warehouse, at a glance it wasnt obvious that I was a Lich. Most people assumed I was undead, and from Joness reaction, maybe the undead were more common than I realized. Especially in the criminal world. It also didnt matter because I didnt plan on leaving any survivors this night.
The men started screaming, and the flickering light of my visage snarled back at them. My eyes burned with eldritch purple fire that cast the room before me in eerie, shifting shadows as I cut down man after man. When the spell on Mercy ended, there were only a few more goons remaining, so I did not recast the spell. Eight zombies cornered the men and they were torn apart.
Unfortunately, the zombies created by the spell were not as powerful as I could manage, but the three new corpses would provide good fodder for a new minion.
Raven, scout upstairs please, I said. Though I did not know where she was, I knew she would hear me. With a mental command, I directed the zombies to guard the stairs leading down. Maxwells song ended, proving the fight had been quick.
I tossed the three bodies in a pile and began to cast another spell. Death magic swirled around me and flew into the pile, tearing the flesh and bones apart.
Thinking about some of the abilities I had, I focused on enhancing the power and durability. As death magic flowed out of me into the spell, wisps of death energy joined it. Two powerful legs, thicker around than my torso, formed. From there I created a short body with a cluster of six eyes mounted in the middle of the chest. On that short stout body, four arms connected, each reinforced with extra bone and muscle. Death energy filled the creature and rivulets of power seeped into different parts as the flesh darkened.
Once it was finished, a small descriptor popped up before me and I smiled.
Undead Construct
Level: 50
Bludgeoner
This construct has been enhanced for greater power and durability, created by Ezekiel the Lich.
There was more information, but it didnt really matter. It was interesting that there was a name, there isnt always a name unless you specifically named your creation.
By the time I was finished, Raven had made her way back down. I found the man you described, hes dead now. There wasnt much else of interest up there.
Good. I looked to the stairs, dreading what would come next.
The effects of Maxwells song enhancing my body were still going as I headed toward the stairs. Even still, he began to play another. Somehow it matched the mood as I gritted my teeth and hardened what I had left for a heart.
Chapter 73Jones had been surprisingly accommodating with the request for the life potion in his liquor. He didnt ask me questions, which made me assume he knew what that meant. Regardless, he didnt seem to care. Raven had encountered one person trailing me, but with her distracting them in her lynx form she made them lose track of where I was before she returned and joined us at the inn.I explained to Jones, Maxwell, and Raven what Id seen in there as I drank. They all joined me shortly afterward. What do you think is going on for sure?I shrugged, trying really hard not to slur my words, having drank a bit too much too fast. My guess is theyre using some variation of blood magic to modify the people theyre kidnapping off the streets.Like that sword we encountered? Maxwell asked.Nope, I exaggerated my head shake. Magic felt wrong for that, there were something else mixed in.Jones sat back in his chair, his drink hardly touchedhe was clearly far more used to this kind of stuff than I was. For an undead, Im surprised youre so squeamish about this.I had enough alcohol in me that my inhibitions were gone to a certain level. Im not your regular undead. I let out a laugh. Far from regular.Jones frowned at me and then shrugged. Just as long as youre sobered up enough for your attack tonight, I dont care. Youve confirmed what Ive heard, and thats what I needed. Though it is rather alarming that they appear to be a part of a larger organization that we know nothing about.Well, Raven had a very hungry smile on her face. By tomorrow morning, theyll just be a memory.***By the time the evening came all of us had sobered up. Part of me wondered if I was a bad influence. In some ways, Raven was less than two months old and she was already drinking. What kind of responsible adult did that make me?We were just outside the warehouse in the street. The doors werent open, there were no lights showing on the second floor, and I was certain there were guards walking the streets.Lets get to it. Wanting full access to magic, Id let my illusion spell fall. In the twilight of the evening, I appeared as nothing more than a dark, cloaked figure. Even if someone saw me in the warehouse, at a glance it wasnt obvious that I was a Lich. Most people assumed I was undead, and from Joness reaction, maybe the undead were more common than I realized. Especially in the criminal world. It also didnt matter because I didnt plan on leaving any survivors this night.The men started screaming, and the flickering light of my visage snarled back at them. My eyes burned with eldritch purple fire that cast the room before me in eerie, shifting shadows as I cut down man after man. When the spell on Mercy ended, there were only a few more goons remaining, so I did not recast the spell. Eight zombies cornered the men and they were torn apart.Unfortunately, the zombies created by the spell were not as powerful as I could manage, but the three new corpses would provide good fodder for a new minion.Raven, scout upstairs please, I said. Though I did not know where she was, I knew she would hear me. With a mental command, I directed the zombies to guard the stairs leading down. Maxwells song ended, proving the fight had been quick.I tossed the three bodies in a pile and began to cast another spell. Death magic swirled around me and flew into the pile, tearing the flesh and bones apart.Thinking about some of the abilities I had, I focused on enhancing the power and durability. As death magic flowed out of me into the spell, wisps of death energy joined it. Two powerful legs, thicker around than my torso, formed. From there I created a short body with a cluster of six eyes mounted in the middle of the chest. On that short stout body, four arms connected, each reinforced with extra bone and muscle. Death energy filled the creature and rivulets of power seeped into different parts as the flesh darkened.Once it was finished, a small descriptor popped up before me and I smiled.Undead ConstructLevel: 50BludgeonerThis construct has been enhanced for greater power and durability, created by Ezekiel the Lich.There was more information, but it didnt really matter. It was interesting that there was a name, there isnt always a name unless you specifically named your creation.By the time I was finished, Raven had made her way back down. I found the man you described, hes dead now. There wasnt much else of interest up there.Good. I looked to the stairs, dreading what would come next.The effects of Maxwells song enhancing my body were still going as I headed toward the stairs. Even still, he began to play another. Somehow it matched the mood as I gritted my teeth and hardened what I had left for a heart.
