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Post by Faust on Jul 14, 2016 2:45:22 GMT
 it has been the better part of an hour since she started, secluded in her corner of the world, preparing the earth beneath her. she has etched, in painful quality, ruins, sigils, an ancient language unreadable to almost all that exist. faust is low, using her bone-wood staff to carve the remains of the intricate circle, and finally, feels that it is ready for the finishing touches.
she holds up her hands, wrist exposed, and with a magical intent in her finger tips, runs it across her wrist. an ancient stitch rips open, like flesh peeling back, and dark, rancid blood spills out onto the circle. as if it had a mind of its own, it races to fill the circle itself, under the light of the blue moon. she feels the energy around her rise, feels her own hair move about her head as the ritual begins and focuses her power. this gives her the necessary boost in power to test herself this night, to test what she can do.
there is silence; not just from a lack of noise, but it permeates, it echoes. no animal makes noise, nothing from the city landscape seems to live for a moment, and outside of her circle the ground begins to erupt and spread forth. hands and limbs emerge, and soon, a mass of skeletons, of zombies, of undead horrors rises forth from the earth itself, caked in clay, in blood, in strings of flesh.
they push forward, some unknown order commanded into their heads as they go towards the campus itself; the perfect testing ground to see if this power boon is something to further harness, further research, to plan for the next time it happens. she is eager to test herself, eager to see this unseen army create a fresh array of corpses for her to study.
if she is lucky, she will get a few supernatural bodies to play with.
as she stands within her circle, more bodies continue to rise.
@open to a few people who might want to fight a lich lord necromancer and her zombie army
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Jul 14, 2016 15:28:22 GMT
Post by Onikori on Jul 14, 2016 15:28:22 GMT
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onikori [attr="class","eheartpost"]He was nearly starting to doze off in his class. The professor wasn't going anywhere interesting unfortunately, and lost Brook's interest about half way through. His chin rested on his hand, propped up by his elbow on the table. He turned towards the large window, tapping his pen to a rhythm inside his head. Eyelids slowly started to close and he forced himself to stay awake. Brook blinked tiredly, suddenly squinting at some figures that were approaching the school. And suddenly, it was a lot of figures.
The pen dropped from his fingers and hit the floor as Brook stared out the window. His blue eyes widened slightly when he realized it wasn't just a few figures, it was a whole army of the undead. The entire class started to gather at the windows, leaning out to see what was coming their way. Once they saw the massive amount of undead coming towards them, it didn't take long for them to start running out of the classroom and start evacuating the building. Brook was one of the last getting out of the classroom.
He quietly hoped that Danny wasn't running around on the campus somewhere, trying to protect him and deal with this situation may have been too much for just Brook to handle. It was already too much for Brook to handle, but he didn't know who else was around at this time. Darting around the students and professors who were trying to lead them out, Brook came out to the front of the university. He came to a stop, skidding on the ground slightly and pausing to take in the sheer amount of undead that were coming towards him.
Frost started to form on his hands. While the rest of the students fled, Brook stayed. As much as he wanted to get out of class, this wasn't how he wanted to get out of it. He brought his palms together, aiming towards the ground in front of him and started to freeze the ground before him. The ice spread quickly on the ground, any undead it came in contact with would hopefully be frozen soon.
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Jul 16, 2016 13:22:33 GMT
Post by Faust on Jul 16, 2016 13:22:33 GMT
the way the moon glowed filled her with such a positive sensation; as positive as she could still feel, anyways, as she used to runic circle carved in the earth to channel the surges of energy it provided. with this kind of energy, she could keep creating bone and sinew from the organic matter in the earth; she could keep up a steady stream of bodies. faust focuses, letting her own eyes melt away into socketless flames, 'seeing' through the fringes of her army.
yes, there were many lifesigns, and a few approaching her zombies in particular. one began to manifest the cold itself, and a few of her shamblers began to freeze at the feet, at the knees, rendering them quite immobile. an interesting development; elemental manifestations were something she didn't get to cut up very often in her lab, and the last one she had dealt with had been one who could control fire. ice would be a welcome subject of her studies.
a few of the zombies that had directed attention to the ice user stopped, bodies convulsing in a blue glow as faust went to work at modifying them for their new purposes. arms came together into one mass, and at the end, the bones spiked, broke, and protruded from what used to be the hands like a porcupine construct. then, after a shudder, these few zombies shot out the bone shrapnel like spears, like javelins, aiming right for the boy.
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