Recent content by Klor Bishop

The rock was a bit more gracious after that, "Eh... perhaps I was a bit hasty..." At her report Klor nodded, "How annoying... At least we know a soul bound object can be transported inter dimensionally. It's unfortunate that any object transported in such a manner will prove insufferable...

The voice sounded shocked, "Yesterday? No... No that can't be... I've been in here for nearly a week at least!" Now the voice sounded angry, "don't try to confuse me, devil! I don't know what games you're playing but it ends now. Show yourself and face me you coward!" Colorful insults followed...

"What?! Who are you?! Where is your voice coming from!? THERE'S NOTHING HERE! I swear I'll never drink again just get me out of here! It's so dark and I swear the ground is alive!" The voice seemed to have no awareness of anything outside of the rock, and it was also apparent that he had been...

He nodded, "I see... And how much does your loyalty cost?" Without waiting for a response he pulled her out of her body and she was once again pulled into the crystal with the bright colored landscape. Everything was just the way she left it, only the black crystal platform kept up a regular...

He moved to the table to help her strap in. She was obedient too, willingly binding herself at his command. For some reason that was far more satisfying than commanding an undead... Her having the capacity to disobey, the freewill to rebel, and then her choosing not to use it was infinitely more...

Her sudden movement awoke him... A bit at a time... First his mind awoke, registering the sudden motion in the room. Then he opened his eyes, taking a brief glance around without moving his head. Then he raised his head, slowly as if moving one vertebra at a time. His fingers twitched and...

He shook his head, "A slip of the tongue. The dead make for poor conversationalists." His rare encounters with humanity were hardly for conversation, so his social skills have atrophied over his years as a hermit. They both slept for a few hours, but she would awaken before him with her...

He chuckled for the first time, a flat dead sound. "Not unless you want me to... At this point I won't kill you even if you beg me to do it." He wrote down some notes in an old leather bound grimoire as sunlight began filtering through the cracks in the boarded up window. He nodded as he...

"An interesting philosophy. A reputation can certainly give one an edge in combat... But I prefer to keep you alive for as long as possible." "An interesting culture to be sure." He stood up and moved to his desk to sort through some papers. "You need more rest and time to heal. No experiments...

"I see. Your tribe is not well known by others but you seem to have developed keen instincts from your homeland, perhaps many rival tribes or other tribal races, even monsters and wild animals. Good instinct, survival and killing." He indicated her stitches, "You reopened the stitches simply to...

He nodded in agreement. He'd met very eccentric people before, and this man verged on damaged in spite of his obvious intelligence to be able to translate ancient text. The red head that came in was interesting and drew more than a cursory glance from Klor, but he didn't pay much attention, he...

Her sudden action was somewhat expected, if not a little disappointing. However, she probably could have killed him immediately had she not registered what was happening and decided against it. This was strong reason to trust her in the future. Thanks to his mask his expression remained...

Klor worked all through the rest of the night by the light of a candle. Every now and then the undead would shuffle past the door or the wails of the prisoners would drift up from the depths, but otherwise it was utterly silent in the keep. When the sun rose most of the undead took shelter...

He looked back at her, unconcerned with her lack of restraints. "Pardon me, when I said "live body" I meant physical, material, animate. Naturally if physical undead can be so stored it would be supremely useful as I'm sure you can imagine." He turned back to his writing. He tapped his piece of...

He was thoughtful as she described what she saw. "Hmmmm... An empty bare plain. So that's what a captured soul experiences when it's trapped in a crystal..." He rubbed his skeletal forearm absently while he thought. "If I can discover how to transport a live body into a crystal... The utility...