04-10-2011, 07:18 AM
Bad Voodoo
Somewhere in the jungle, a Witch Doctor danced around his sacrifice. A gift to the beloved Loa he served. The beast's soul was permitted to enter a new world unnoticed… Of course, this wouldn't have been the case if he had not foreseen a most well-timed counterpart. A distraction, if you would.
‘e cursed me…!
The huntress' snarl had been a silent one as she loomed overtop of the corpse at her feet. Standing like this for Loa-knows-how-long, the troll came to realize a disgusting truth after passing her ethereal foot through the broken down form beneath her numerous times.
…Dat be My body…
Looking up, Tazzul took in the Spirit World. It looked just like the old one, but more…Spirity. Where were the Loa-figures? Where were the other spirits? Surely she wasn't the only one to drop dead in Stranglethorn-
-The muted rustle of ethereal bushes caught the troll's attention, breaking her of the questioning thoughts that would – for the most part – be answered in a hurry. More rustling all around her now, joined by bestial moans and savage, gusty bellows that rose in an encircling chorus.
Tazzul reached for a spear – and grabbed naught but the back of her harness.
Craaap!
She had thrown that and her axe during the grueling battle with the Kaldorei. Had she been armed, though, would her weapons have passed over with her? A silly question, that. Of course they would have. Why else burry the dead with their closest possessions and –weapons-?
The troll spun round as the first of the hostile spirits reared free from its hiding. Then another…and another…
An' dere be da spirits…
It became evident that she was unwanted. These were malign spirits who's bodies were never properly prepared for the afterlife; unfortunate travelers, merchants and pirates – trolls of forgotten tribes, of no tribes…and they were not here to welcome the newcomer…
Dey want my body!
The first of the wave made a lunge at the corpse lying at Tazzul's feet. Before it could so much as reach an arm's span, the troll had kicked the ghostly figure away in time to turn and crack the skull of another approaching on her flank.
No one be getting' dis body!
She roared; sweeping the feet out from beneath two men - brothers, by their similar features. The twins had taken down a couple other spirits in their haste to the oh-so-wanted vessel.
Spirits were thrown, kicked, punched, bit and swung like a flail. This would go on for some time…
…Long enough for the ape's spirit to amble across the very path that the battle of greed partook on. The beast paused to regard the others; individuals much like the living. Spirits of greed, hostility and danger. Nothing of which this ape would have to fret about, as it began its journey through the Spirit World to find a place for itself.
Wave after wave, Tazzul fought an endless battle. A battle that could go on for eternity…
…They failed to notice the bestial spirit entering their world – just as they had failed to see the disappearance of the very vessel they were fighting for…
~
On the outskirts of Sen'jin Village, a shaman, Zufli Kela'rin, prepared for a delicate ritual. She had sought out a peaceful rock mound; flat stone raised much like a pedestal. Totems were balanced around the body – which, to the shaman's advantage, was still intact. This would make her work much easier.
When all was laid out to her liking, the woman began by closing the once-fatal wounds so that the vessel would be in best shape as possible to house a spirit.
Satisfied with the scars that puckered up at her, Kela began a dance - accompanied by a chant - native to her people; calling on Bethekk's wisdom and Shadra's aid. The troll focused on trying to find the right spirit so that she could bind it to its former body.
~
The first ragged breath to burn its way in to her lungs brought her back. Back from the ethereal grounds; from the endless war with those that could and would never pass to the Other side; to face what her very soul sought to escape when her body had been forced to its limits – its breaking point.
A horrid scream bellowed out with the help of that first breath.
She was back with the living.
~^
Killer: Tavren
Resurrected by: Kela
Temporary Drawbacks:
-Skittishness and paranoia
(doesn't like being touched)
-Weakened immune system
(lung will give her difficulties)
-Sight in her right eye is impaired
Permanent Drawbacks:
-Trigeminal neuralgia
(episodes of intense facial pain that last from a few seconds to several minutes)
-Facial disfigurement
-Wild streaks
Somewhere in the jungle, a Witch Doctor danced around his sacrifice. A gift to the beloved Loa he served. The beast's soul was permitted to enter a new world unnoticed… Of course, this wouldn't have been the case if he had not foreseen a most well-timed counterpart. A distraction, if you would.
‘e cursed me…!
The huntress' snarl had been a silent one as she loomed overtop of the corpse at her feet. Standing like this for Loa-knows-how-long, the troll came to realize a disgusting truth after passing her ethereal foot through the broken down form beneath her numerous times.
…Dat be My body…
Looking up, Tazzul took in the Spirit World. It looked just like the old one, but more…Spirity. Where were the Loa-figures? Where were the other spirits? Surely she wasn't the only one to drop dead in Stranglethorn-
-The muted rustle of ethereal bushes caught the troll's attention, breaking her of the questioning thoughts that would – for the most part – be answered in a hurry. More rustling all around her now, joined by bestial moans and savage, gusty bellows that rose in an encircling chorus.
Tazzul reached for a spear – and grabbed naught but the back of her harness.
Craaap!
She had thrown that and her axe during the grueling battle with the Kaldorei. Had she been armed, though, would her weapons have passed over with her? A silly question, that. Of course they would have. Why else burry the dead with their closest possessions and –weapons-?
The troll spun round as the first of the hostile spirits reared free from its hiding. Then another…and another…
An' dere be da spirits…
It became evident that she was unwanted. These were malign spirits who's bodies were never properly prepared for the afterlife; unfortunate travelers, merchants and pirates – trolls of forgotten tribes, of no tribes…and they were not here to welcome the newcomer…
Dey want my body!
The first of the wave made a lunge at the corpse lying at Tazzul's feet. Before it could so much as reach an arm's span, the troll had kicked the ghostly figure away in time to turn and crack the skull of another approaching on her flank.
No one be getting' dis body!
She roared; sweeping the feet out from beneath two men - brothers, by their similar features. The twins had taken down a couple other spirits in their haste to the oh-so-wanted vessel.
Spirits were thrown, kicked, punched, bit and swung like a flail. This would go on for some time…
…Long enough for the ape's spirit to amble across the very path that the battle of greed partook on. The beast paused to regard the others; individuals much like the living. Spirits of greed, hostility and danger. Nothing of which this ape would have to fret about, as it began its journey through the Spirit World to find a place for itself.
Wave after wave, Tazzul fought an endless battle. A battle that could go on for eternity…
…They failed to notice the bestial spirit entering their world – just as they had failed to see the disappearance of the very vessel they were fighting for…
~
On the outskirts of Sen'jin Village, a shaman, Zufli Kela'rin, prepared for a delicate ritual. She had sought out a peaceful rock mound; flat stone raised much like a pedestal. Totems were balanced around the body – which, to the shaman's advantage, was still intact. This would make her work much easier.
When all was laid out to her liking, the woman began by closing the once-fatal wounds so that the vessel would be in best shape as possible to house a spirit.
Satisfied with the scars that puckered up at her, Kela began a dance - accompanied by a chant - native to her people; calling on Bethekk's wisdom and Shadra's aid. The troll focused on trying to find the right spirit so that she could bind it to its former body.
~
The first ragged breath to burn its way in to her lungs brought her back. Back from the ethereal grounds; from the endless war with those that could and would never pass to the Other side; to face what her very soul sought to escape when her body had been forced to its limits – its breaking point.
A horrid scream bellowed out with the help of that first breath.
She was back with the living.
~^
Killer: Tavren
Resurrected by: Kela
Temporary Drawbacks:
-Skittishness and paranoia
(doesn't like being touched)
-Weakened immune system
(lung will give her difficulties)
-Sight in her right eye is impaired
Permanent Drawbacks:
-Trigeminal neuralgia
(episodes of intense facial pain that last from a few seconds to several minutes)
-Facial disfigurement
-Wild streaks