02-06-2011, 07:32 PM
Pain.
Agony.
Oh, how terrible the process of one's soul being ripped from one location to another was. But it was ultimately worth it for this most foul warlock. He had anticipated his death. And he had prepared for it in advance.
He just didn't figure it would be his own son ending his life.
The old man chuckled as he rubbed his throat. He had turned himself into a liability. He had it coming. A blade slicing his throat open was all it took for one of his weakness to succumb to the sweet black void of death. It was his only mistake in about twenty years.
He turned about, inspecting the interior of his hidden warehouse. It was in here that he stored his little trinkets over the years. While his supply had mostly run dry, he still had a toy or two that could help him. His eyes drifted to the grand multitude of soul stones he had in storage.
.. Yes. Yes this would do quite nicely.
Best be ready for dear ol' pa, boy
His feet stumbled over towards a tiny box resting on a wooden counter-top. He opened it to retrieve a rather large cigar. Mouth agape, he slowly put the cigar between his lips if only for him to chomp on the end of it, chewing the 'cancer stick' slightly. Fel flames shot forth from his fingers as he brought them to the opposite end of the cigar, lighting it.
I'm coming home, Tavren. This time for good.
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Character: Avidius White
Killer: Tavren Black
Ressurector: Masterwork soulstone
Temporary Setbacks:
Body is more frail than usual.
A hacking cough.
Constantly drowsy, seems to be in need of sleep.
Permanent Drawbacks:
Lazy eye.
Needs a cane to walk properly, otherwise he will be stumbling everywhere.
Agony.
Oh, how terrible the process of one's soul being ripped from one location to another was. But it was ultimately worth it for this most foul warlock. He had anticipated his death. And he had prepared for it in advance.
He just didn't figure it would be his own son ending his life.
The old man chuckled as he rubbed his throat. He had turned himself into a liability. He had it coming. A blade slicing his throat open was all it took for one of his weakness to succumb to the sweet black void of death. It was his only mistake in about twenty years.
He turned about, inspecting the interior of his hidden warehouse. It was in here that he stored his little trinkets over the years. While his supply had mostly run dry, he still had a toy or two that could help him. His eyes drifted to the grand multitude of soul stones he had in storage.
.. Yes. Yes this would do quite nicely.
Best be ready for dear ol' pa, boy
His feet stumbled over towards a tiny box resting on a wooden counter-top. He opened it to retrieve a rather large cigar. Mouth agape, he slowly put the cigar between his lips if only for him to chomp on the end of it, chewing the 'cancer stick' slightly. Fel flames shot forth from his fingers as he brought them to the opposite end of the cigar, lighting it.
I'm coming home, Tavren. This time for good.
__________________________________________
Character: Avidius White
Killer: Tavren Black
Ressurector: Masterwork soulstone
Temporary Setbacks:
Body is more frail than usual.
A hacking cough.
Constantly drowsy, seems to be in need of sleep.
Permanent Drawbacks:
Lazy eye.
Needs a cane to walk properly, otherwise he will be stumbling everywhere.