02-12-2011, 01:11 AM
"... and let it weigh on your soul."
The icy lance made contact with his face, utterly shattering it. Vezim fell back and against the ground, he tumbled. His lifeless body was lifeless and... he was missing parts of his face. His nose. He was done for, the arcanist knew of this, and spoke his last words in Eredun, in a calm tone, melodic... he was singing.
"<Those wounded arms are embracing something,
you smile almost as if you want to wipe the bruise on your cheek away,
the pain can't kill my kindness...
Now, count up your sins,
and let it weigh on your soul...
To protect those you love, go and fa->"
He was dead at that moment. He didn't even finish his song... That surgeon, Beatrice. She took his corpse, dragged it to her chambers... She needed a lab rat, a dead lab rat. Something to open up and survey, a space goat was the perfect candidate! First, the heart, then, the lungs, and then... the other vital organs. Even the brain. This was no victory, even with the death of Patrick. Curse you, lightbringers! Wouldn't call it a loss either... A sweet escape, for he shall return. Stronger.
It was not long for the news of the cult's defeat to spread. Soon, everyone knew who Vezim was and how he died. A bolt of frost to the head, dealt by Pollie. Vezim's cultists were angered, they were too blinded by the lies and didn't want to suffer death by Atasat, and so, the priests banded together to find something of former Vezim's possession. Outside the Bay, still trails of blood and ash, there was Vezim's nose, not quite intact, but enough to be used to bring the Mishun of Atasat to life.
The eldest of the cultists, Mathews, a human, once priest for the creed of Light, took Vezim's nose. He examined it and finally opened his mouth, speaking in a low and calm tone, three words coming out, "This will do." They brought the Cult leader's remain to a chamber at the Bay, where they drew a runic circle and placed the nose in the middle. They surrounded it, the priests, holding each others' hands, channeling -Light- to bring back their "messiah". A white light flashed, then a gold, and finally, a pale blue. It was too bright, the Bruisers taking note of the lights, coming through the transparent windows. Seven priests, they would do well. Slowly, the body of the Draenei would be restoring, bits by bits. At first, it started as just a pile of flesh, no bones, then... they grew, tissue came, skin, pale skin. Then, veins scattered across the body. This took a long time, tiring the priests extremely, almost wearing them out to faint and black out. This wasn't over, Kreyalor.
Minutes after the ritual was completed, the priests awaited Vezim's awakening. The index finger on his left hand twitched... a miracle! His eyes were still shut, but this proved that he was alive and that the Resurrection was successful. Mathews watched the Mishun's awakening, cackling maniacally at the situation.
"Atasat! Your son has returned and shall not be brought down, ANYMORE!"
Rezzers: Mathews and cultists of Revos ze Atasat
Killers: Patrick, Pollie, Eladgalen, Beatrice
Temp. Drawbacks: Will be using a cane to walk, heavy breathing, unable to see with his left eye, even pale than before.
Long-term Drawbacks: Veins showing all over his body and some nerves won't function properly, meaning he won't be able to move his limbs at time and not receive electric impulses, fainting at times and coughing.
Perm. Drawbacks: Unable to cast spells as well as he did before, sticking to only one school of magic. Powerless in melee combat and limited in resistance. Unable to fight solo and will most likely decline all threats and challenges sent towards him.
The icy lance made contact with his face, utterly shattering it. Vezim fell back and against the ground, he tumbled. His lifeless body was lifeless and... he was missing parts of his face. His nose. He was done for, the arcanist knew of this, and spoke his last words in Eredun, in a calm tone, melodic... he was singing.
"<Those wounded arms are embracing something,
you smile almost as if you want to wipe the bruise on your cheek away,
the pain can't kill my kindness...
Now, count up your sins,
and let it weigh on your soul...
To protect those you love, go and fa->"
He was dead at that moment. He didn't even finish his song... That surgeon, Beatrice. She took his corpse, dragged it to her chambers... She needed a lab rat, a dead lab rat. Something to open up and survey, a space goat was the perfect candidate! First, the heart, then, the lungs, and then... the other vital organs. Even the brain. This was no victory, even with the death of Patrick. Curse you, lightbringers! Wouldn't call it a loss either... A sweet escape, for he shall return. Stronger.
It was not long for the news of the cult's defeat to spread. Soon, everyone knew who Vezim was and how he died. A bolt of frost to the head, dealt by Pollie. Vezim's cultists were angered, they were too blinded by the lies and didn't want to suffer death by Atasat, and so, the priests banded together to find something of former Vezim's possession. Outside the Bay, still trails of blood and ash, there was Vezim's nose, not quite intact, but enough to be used to bring the Mishun of Atasat to life.
The eldest of the cultists, Mathews, a human, once priest for the creed of Light, took Vezim's nose. He examined it and finally opened his mouth, speaking in a low and calm tone, three words coming out, "This will do." They brought the Cult leader's remain to a chamber at the Bay, where they drew a runic circle and placed the nose in the middle. They surrounded it, the priests, holding each others' hands, channeling -Light- to bring back their "messiah". A white light flashed, then a gold, and finally, a pale blue. It was too bright, the Bruisers taking note of the lights, coming through the transparent windows. Seven priests, they would do well. Slowly, the body of the Draenei would be restoring, bits by bits. At first, it started as just a pile of flesh, no bones, then... they grew, tissue came, skin, pale skin. Then, veins scattered across the body. This took a long time, tiring the priests extremely, almost wearing them out to faint and black out. This wasn't over, Kreyalor.
Minutes after the ritual was completed, the priests awaited Vezim's awakening. The index finger on his left hand twitched... a miracle! His eyes were still shut, but this proved that he was alive and that the Resurrection was successful. Mathews watched the Mishun's awakening, cackling maniacally at the situation.
"Atasat! Your son has returned and shall not be brought down, ANYMORE!"
Rezzers: Mathews and cultists of Revos ze Atasat
Killers: Patrick, Pollie, Eladgalen, Beatrice
Temp. Drawbacks: Will be using a cane to walk, heavy breathing, unable to see with his left eye, even pale than before.
Long-term Drawbacks: Veins showing all over his body and some nerves won't function properly, meaning he won't be able to move his limbs at time and not receive electric impulses, fainting at times and coughing.
Perm. Drawbacks: Unable to cast spells as well as he did before, sticking to only one school of magic. Powerless in melee combat and limited in resistance. Unable to fight solo and will most likely decline all threats and challenges sent towards him.