Fate - First Reply Silence broken

[Klor Bishop]

Villages burn...
Why do they burn?
Because they have to...
Why?
To increase our strength...
Why do we need strength?
To make them see...
What do we want them to see?
That they were blind all along...

The village was all but destroyed... Mere pockets of resistance were all the remained hidden in houses and cellars, taking refuge in watch towers and gatehouses, one by one succumbing and joining the ranks of the dead...
Some they purposely kept alive, for zombies required living flesh to remain strong and there was no telling when the next village will be.

A pale mask looked on the massacred village with a permanent grim expression, the flawlessly smooth ceramic face emotionlessly watching as a slain guard began to twitch and rise up again as undeath took hold of the armored corpse.
A scream broke through the comparative quite, soon joined by shouts and sounds of fighting as the undead broke into another house. Fifteen minutes later, and once more the only sounds were that of the undead shuffling about and moaning and the crows flocking overhead.
The man behind the grim mask was just as emotionless and unfeeling, only the sudden noise made him flinch in annoyance...

"... When will I have silence..."

The empty voice, devoid of inflection or humanity, lamented only by content of his word to the exclusion of any feeling.
Silence would be a long time coming, the captives were insufferably loud with their weeping and screaming.
He would endure...

Another sound...

The sewer grate beneath the town square lifted and out climbed a man with a longsword in his hands, soon followed by another man and a few women and children.
There weren't any undead in the immediate vicinity, that recently raised guard had shambled off somewhere. And now these villagers stood face to face with the author of their suffering... And he held no weapon.
"You! You're the vile monster that did this to us, have you no remorse for the people you just slaughtered today!?!"
The first man, obviously the leader of their escapade, brandished his sword at the necromancer seated on the steps of the town hall.
The masked face didn't even look up at the challenge.
"No... I am a vile monster..."
The warrior grit his teeth and gripped his sword till his knuckles were white... such fine bones...
"I will end all of this right now!"

He charged...

Klor stood up...

He swung...

Klor grabbed his arm...

Screaming filled the village square, the sword clattered to the ground, it was a woman screaming. The man stood, watching himself stumble forward off balance to finally plant face first into the bloody cobblestones.
Klor still held his arm, but not of his body, he held a glowing appendage in a grip stronger than iron. The woman saw him standing there disembodied and fainted, mercifully silencing her screams.
But then the man screamed as he felt himself slipping away, being contained, stored away... And then there was nothingness for him.

The screams brought the dead, and the dead cornered them and finished them off, taking a woman and child as prisoner. They were added to the corral of living humans that will be joining them on their journey to the next village.
The undead were finishing up the last of the resistance, it was almost time to go.

Klor sat down again while he waited... But someone else approached him, not one of his undead, and obviously not one of the villagers...
The mask rose slightly so the eyes could peer from under the deep hood, lifeless blue eyes that stared unblinkingly at the intruder.
"... Will silence forever elude me..."

 

[Diyah]

She was silent, careful. Watchful. The woman, not human, not orc, not elf, not dwarf. Nothing familiar to most. Her thick Louth smooth skin was of a dark grey color, much of which was painted with a red dye. In her right hand was a short, curved sword of steel, and in her left was a dagger nearly identical.

The necromancer spoke, and she gave no reply. She stood as he spoke, knowing her cover had been blown. He’d see her, clad in a leather top, which covered naught but half of each breast, and a single loincloth, each made from what seemed to be crocodile skin. Her feet were bare, clearly tough enough to handle rocks. Her hair was long, black and worn in very thick dreadlocks.

She said nothing, but dashing forward let her blades flash, faster and stronger than the man previously slain, and with far more skill.

 

[Klor Bishop]

He was wrong in his assumption of the figure, a short woman in scant tribal garb of a race he couldn't discern. He assumed that she, like all the others, would shout at him, throw accusations at him and just in general be loud and make a lot of useless noise... But she said nothing and instead simply tried to kill him.

This attack was far more deadly and ruthless than the previous man, this was faster and less predictable and he was caught off guard since he had expected at least a brief dialogue. His reaction time was barely enough for him to roll sideways off the steps of the city hall where he was seated, but he still felt the smooth slide of razor sharp steel slide cleanly in and out of his flesh, creating a deep wound in his shoulder before he managed to escape the second blade.

As he rolled up to his feet he was prepared for her to press her attack and kept moving backwards in an attempt to create more space.
But even as he did so he didn't rely on having enough room and began casting a spell immediately. He had used much of his stored up magic already but that was inconsequential, his magic would simply require an immense price now, and one he's paid often.
Blood flowed in a virtual river down his black clad arm and dripped like a faucet onto the already bloody cobblestone square.
He stretched out his wounded arm with his bloody palm facing towards her, a green flame formed in an instant and launched at the assassin.

Spoiler: Miss

If the flame misses she would notice that instead of intense heat the flame radiated an immense cold, and when it struck the steps behind her it seemed to erupt and then freeze like a petrified bonfire.

Spoiler: Hit

If the freezing flames hit they will erupt in an explosion of ice, the tongues of the flames freezing around her and encasing the Left side of her body in green ice, but leaving her right arm and head free to move.

 

[Diyah]

The assassin didn’t expect this to be easy and knew full well that in order to have the best chance of success she had to keep him stumbling backwards just to keep away from her blades, which meant unrelenting forward attacking. And she did so, keeping up her unrelenting assault as fast, as precise and as continuously as she could. Which was pretty damn fast.

The mage fired magic at her, as expected, and she dove to the side, and forward in order to get closer, barely avoiding the fire that felt cold as ice. But a life of almost is a life of never, and she spent no time thinking on what could have been and went right back intonations the constant assault. But it did buy him a few precious seconds which he could use to regain his footing, and in a fight, fractions of seconds could mean all the difference.

Her speed was her main weapon, her agility her armor. And she was always aware of what was around her. She would use all of this to her advantage, which might not be enough if he found even one opening.

 

[Klor Bishop]

As suspected she didn't let up the pressure and Klor was occupied with avoiding slashes and stabs one after the other. She landed a few shallow cuts that still bled a lot for the hemophiliac and he knew that he was running out of time.
But she was forced to dodge his spell, even though it cost him the flesh off his hand it bought him a moment.

With his now skeletal hand he caught one of the blades as she came in for her next attack and the bones held the steel firmly so she couldn't push forward or pull it back.
Simultaneously he placed the palm of his other hand against her chest.
In that moment before the second blade struck he cast a spell.
"Life drain"
His hand against her chest glowed and he pushed her backwards, as they separated it was like he just stole the next breath right out of her lungs, when in truth it was a very small portion of her life force.

This spell didn't restore his skeletal hand, but it did stop the bleeding.
But this time it was his turn to press the attack.
Sacrificing more flesh from his right arm, the bones up to his elbow now visible and his blood stained sleeve now hanging loosely, he began casting a series of buffing and de-buffing spells.

Spoiler: "Stone flesh."

Since very little of his flesh was visible it's difficult to see any difference.

Spoiler: "Aura of Fear."

A nearly palpable circle of pure terror surrounded him, coming close meant being seized by intense nightmares and unreasoning fear.

Spoiler: "Blindness"

It was like a blindfold was placed over her eyes, one that she could see through but only barely, and only glimpsing shadows and silhouettes, this coupled nicely with the Aura of Fear.

That was about all he was able to cast before she could recover and react from being pushed and drained.

 

[Diyah]

Her next breath taken and she shoved back, she recovered just in time to be blinded and assaulted by overwhelming fear. Her face went pale and her limbs began to tremble, her eyes cloudy from the blindness spell, her vision seriously impaired. While she was still very dangerous, she was now much less of a threat than she was before.

After a moment she regained her aggression, her attacks far more desperate than before, almost hesitant from her overwhelming fear, and her blindness left her almost completely vulnerable to counterattack.

 

[Klor Bishop]

Unless they were enchanted he didn't fear her blades any longer with his stone flesh. He stepped forward and let the blades clang and scrape against him, cutting his robe but no doubt blunting her dagger and sword.
As he drew near the fear and nightmares became terror and horrifying visions.
Taking the shadows provided by her blindness it began twisting what little she could see, and it showed his white grim faced mask coming out of the fog of her impairment, but it was animated with red eyes and and opened its mouth in a silent scream, its throat an opening into the void.

She was blind but she wasn't deaf, and as monsters and demons taunted her in her visions she could hear his voice.
"Woe to thee woe to thee,
Ye who defiled sanctuary,
Abandon gods and holy hosts,
For thou hast entered the land of ghosts."
His voice was low and calm as he spoke rhythmically to a poetic tune.
"Mistakes are lessons we didn't want to learn, for this mistake your soul will burn..."

With his skeletal hand he forcefully struck her blades in an attempt to knock them from her grasp, then he grabbed her by the face, the skeletal claws digging into her tough skin.
"... But do not fear overmuch, only submit to my undead touch."
With that a paralytic spell was cast on her.

 

[Diyah]

Her ears caught his words, a poem. A terrible one. Her blades cast from her grip, but not weaponless was she, her elbow spurs remained at her disposal, however a chance to use them she did not have. By the chin she was gripped by a skeletal hand, and lifted from the ground by a strong arm.

Strength, something she respected above all other things.

Then She was frozen, incapable of moving. Completely at the monster’s mercy.

 

[Klor Bishop]

Once her body locked up he released her from his grasp, dropping her to the bloody ground. He dispelled her blindness and his aura of terror and stone skin, but the paralysis remained.
He reached down and carefully pried her mouth open so she didn't break any teeth from her clenching paralyzed jaws.
As undead began gathering around having completed their tasks of wiping out the village he stood and looked about at the host under his control, some bodies fresh, others rotting, some bleached bone.

He seemed to come out of his poetic speech as he gave orders.
"Bind her and bring her with us, keep her secured and keep her away from the rest of the cattle. We return to camp now."
Two undead guardsmen approached with short manacles and bound her feet and wrists, allowing her legs just enough room to make short strides when the paralysis wears off. Until then the undead carried her without any regard for her comfort.

A skeletal horse shambled up, it already wore a specialized saddle for it's skinny frame, and Klor mounted it and rode at the head of his army. The crying and wails of the prisoners was grating, but he endured. They marched into the dark forest from whence they came.
The zombies carried her close to the front and just to the side of Klor where he rode.
Her face would be the first to become free of the paralysis.

 

[Diyah]

Dropped and unmoving, shameful her defeat was at such a coward to such cowardly ways. But he showed something that could either be concern or just a desire to keep her as intact as possible so that she might be better tortured later, in any case she was incapable of moving, and therefore could not resist.

Her arms were bound behind her with iron, her legs bound more loosely to allow her to walk, which she refused to do even after the paralysis was over, she would save her energy and not shame herself further by hobbling behind him.

She remained silent, and glared hatefully at the man atop the skeletal horse.

 

[Klor Bishop]

He rode on without looking at her or acknowledging her, the army shuffled along in relative silence aside from bones creaking feet shuffling and women and children crying.
He rode in an odd way, kinda slumped and lifeless like the corpses around him.
When she refused to walk the zombie in back dropped her legs and the zombie in front simply dragged her by her wrist shackles, heedless of any bumps or briars.

After a couple hours traveling through the impenetrable darkness of the forest they entered a clearing at the center of which stood a large stone fortress ruin.
Klor rode under the crumbled arch of the gate without looking up and the undead followed suit herding their prisoners along.
Once they were in the courtyard the undead began milling about, performing various tasks. The prisoners were dragged into the depths of the fortress, probably to the dungeons, and Klor went inside, the zombie dragging her following him into a spare room with only a single cot, a single chair, a desk full of papers and charts and a cold bowl of soup.

He sat down on the chair and the zombie dropped her on the floor and left.
The white mask turned and looked at her, dead blue eyes gazed out from the sockets of the mask who's expression was like that of a grim corpse in restful repose.
He bumped his skeletal hand on the arm of the chair and he looked down seeming to notice it for the first time, looking back at her he showed her his boney claws.
"I know what you're thinking, others have thought the same thing but more loudly and with much rage and indignation.
I'm a vile monster, a heartless devil, a devious murderer, a horrible killer, cursed by the gods..."

He flexed the fleshless fingers and reverted back to his poetic intonation.
"Where, O death, is thy victory?
Where, O death, thy sting?"
He crooked a claw at her.
"You must wonder why you're alive, what reason have I to let you survive?"

He covered the hand with his sleeve and held it close to his chest. The poetic verbiage dropped.
"You're alive because I need a strong test subject. You will endure or you will perish with my work incomplete. You're permission is not required, but it would make things so much easier. So, in exchange for you cooperation provided you survive, I will release you with every physical aspect intact and a magical item if your choice."

 

[Diyah]

When she refused to walk the zombie in back dropped her legs and the zombie in front simply dragged her by her wrist shackles, heedless of any bumps or briars.

Her tough skin put aside any briars or thorns that might otherwise cut into a human. She still did not complain. Being dragged by her shackles, which were behind her back, was more painful than anything yet, but she endured soundlessly. She would not dignify her enemy with her words, he was not worthy of acknowledgement.

He sat down on the chair and the zombie dropped her on the floor and left.
The white mask turned and looked at her, dead blue eyes gazed out from the sockets of the mask who's expression was like that of a grim corpse in restful repose.
He bumped his skeletal hand on the arm of the chair and he looked down seeming to notice it for the first time, looking back at her he showed her his boney claws.
"I know what you're thinking, others have thought the same thing but more loudly and with much rage and indignation.
I'm a vile monster, a heartless devil, a devious murderer, a horrible killer, cursed by the gods..."

Not a monster she thought to herself, an aberration. A beast, a very worthy quarry. When I take your head back to my employers, and add it to my collection, I will be that much closer to being worthy myself.

He did not understand her so fully as she thought. She saw no difference between monster and man, both did monstrous things, only under different guises. Her only goal was to prove herself worthy to her people, to prove that she was strong enough to be one of them.

A horrible killer? Absolutely, but so too was she. So she had no reason to judge him for that’s. Very gruesome kills were actually quite respected among her people, so his barbaric methods were actually quite normal to her, if not respectable.

He covered the hand with his sleeve and held it close to his chest. The poetic verbiage dropped.
"You're alive because I need a strong test subject. You will endure or you will perish with my work incomplete. You're permission is not required, but it would make things so much easier. So, in exchange for you cooperation provided you survive, I will release you with every physical aspect intact and a magical item if your choice."

This was the firs time time she graced him with her gaze since their fight. “What kind of tests?”

 

[Klor Bishop]

“What kind of tests?”

"Planar travel, the resilience of the soul and body, a study of your unique and rare species, an observation study on mental health under great duress, the interaction between magic and the soul. As I said, cooperation is desirable but not required. You may decide at any moment to change your mind one way or the other, but if I must spell it out the only choice you have is either to make it easier and thus survivable for yourself, or harder on both of us and thus having a lower likelihood of survival."
He adjusted his mask a little.
"My most recent studies have revealed that constant resistance to outside pressure causes the subject to perceive events that are objectively positive in a negative light, they find themselves resisting food for fear of poison, living in their own urine and feces because they think every time they leave their cell something bad will happen, they deprive themselves unnecessarily over little things because they chose to be obstinate in any way possible because of the way they chose to handle a stressful situation. Of course you can imagine that such deprivation not only lowers the subjects projected lifespan, but also exponentialy lowers their will to live. I hope you will make it easier for us both to keep you alive."

He stood up and approached her, standing over her like some deflated giant, as if his bones were bigger and stronger than his muscles.
"I am Klor Bishop. You are Subject number 82. If you've made your decision then we can begin."
He went back to his desk and began shifting through papers.

 

[Diyah]

"Planar travel, the resilience of the soul and body, a study of your unique and rare species, an observation study on mental health under great duress, the interaction between magic and the soul. As I said, cooperation is desirable but not required. You may decide at any moment to change your mind one way or the other, but if I must spell it out the only choice you have is either to make it easier and thus survivable for yourself, or harder on both of us and thus having a lower likelihood of survival."
He adjusted his mask a little.

She looked at the floor ahead of her, her knees only slightly separated from where they met the floor, and she thought. Not completely unreasonable things, and since had bested her in single combat he did have the right to do to her as he saw fit as far as her people’s laws were concerned. And he was offering reward for something that she had no choice in. She didn’t have to be happy about it though.

"My most recent studies have revealed that constant resistance to outside pressure causes the subject to perceive events that are objectively positive in a negative light, they find themselves resisting food for fear of poison, living in their own urine and feces because they think every time they leave their cell something bad will happen, they deprive themselves unnecessarily over little things because they chose to be obstinate in any way possible because of the way they chose to handle a stressful situation. Of course you can imagine that such deprivation not only lowers the subjects projected lifespan, but also exponentialy lowers their will to live. I hope you will make it easier for us both to keep you alive

“You’ll see that I’m a lot harder to kill than most. As far as my species is concerned I can give you that information readily, though I imagine you’d prefer to dissect me. But don’t underestimate my capabilities, I can end myself quite thoroughly and quickly if I so desire. So how long I remain alive also depends on you.”

He stood up and approached her, standing over her like some deflated giant, as if his bones were bigger and stronger than his muscles.
"I am Klor Bishop. You are Subject number 82. If you've made your decision then we can begin."
He went back to his desk and began shifting through papers.

“Call me by my name Bishop. Diyah.”

 

[Klor Bishop]

“You’ll see that I’m a lot harder to kill than most. As far as my species is concerned I can give you that information readily, though I imagine you’d prefer to dissect me. But don’t underestimate my capabilities, I can end myself quite thoroughly and quickly if I so desire. So how long I remain alive also depends on you.”

He nodded thoughtfully, "We will see..." He turned back to his work while he spoke.
"Information is valuable, you will have plenty of opportunity to speak with me and tell me whatever useful information comes to your mind. Naturally I will dissect you at least once to study your anatomy, you will be exploring another potential dimension while I'm doing this, so do not worry about enduring pain unless you run into danger during your expedition."

“Call me by my name Bishop. Diyah.”

He looked back at her, the same dead blue eyed stare.
"Subject Diyah. You have the skills of an assassin but I've never heard of you. Who is your employer? What family, guild or cult do you belong to? And am I to take this response as your decision to be uncooperative?"

 

[Diyah]

He nodded thoughtfully, "We will see..." He turned back to his work while he spoke.
"Information is valuable, you will have plenty of opportunity to speak with me and tell me whatever useful information comes to your mind. Naturally I will dissect you at least once to study your anatomy, you will be exploring another potential dimension while I'm doing this, so do not worry about enduring pain unless you run into danger during your expedition."

“The fear of pain has no place in my mind.” She said calmly. “And what exactly is the purpose of such expeditions? Is it just to see what happens or is there an objective I’ll need to complete?”

He looked back at her, the same dead blue eyed stare.
"Subject Diyah. You have the skills of an assassin but I've never heard of you. Who is your employer? What family, guild or cult do you belong to? And am I to take this response as your decision to be uncooperative?"

“That is information I will not share. I belong to the Greywater tribe in the Ixchel Wilds. And you may take that response however you wish, though I suggest you take more than just a few words intonations account.”

 

[Klor Bishop]

“The fear of pain has no place in my mind.”

His reply was simple.
"Good."

“And what exactly is the purpose of such expeditions? Is it just to see what happens or is there an objective I’ll need to complete?”

He was thoughtful for a moment, "I suppose "Yes" is the answer to both inquiries. I will send your soul into another plane of existence, you will explore where you find yourself taking note of anything that stands out to you, and when I summon you back you will relay to me what you experienced. Based on your findings I may give you more detailed tasks to perform on your excursions."

“That is information I will not share. I belong to the Greywater tribe in the Ixchel Wilds. And you may take that response however you wish, though I suggest you take more than just a few words intonations account.”

So she won't immediately give up the name of her client. That may change, it may not. But he wasn't overly worried.
"An obscure tribe in the Ixchel Wilds, a race of humanoid creatures. What do you call yourselves I wonder?" He knelt down and grabbed the chain holding her wrists bound and dragged her up to her feet if she would stand.
The door opened and some skeletons carried a heavy oak table into the room, fitted with securing straps and belts.

The skeletons then took her and picked her up, laying her on the table before beginning to take off her manacles to secure her to the table instead.
He went to his desk and picked up a large pink crystal.

 

[Diyah]

He was thoughtful for a moment, "I suppose "Yes" is the answer to both inquiries. I will send your soul into another plane of existence, you will explore where you find yourself taking note of anything that stands out to you, and when I summon you back you will relay to me what you experienced. Based on your findings I may give you more detailed tasks to perform on your excursions."

“Doable.” Was her answer.

So she won't immediately give up the name of her client. That may change, it may not. But he wasn't overly worried.
"An obscure tribe in the Ixchel Wilds, a race of humanoid creatures. What do you call yourselves I wonder?"

“We are called Kilinigh.” She informed him. She would not betray her client, they had paid for her loyalty and so she would give them her loyalty, a deal is a deal..

He knelt down and grabbed the chain holding her wrists bound and dragged her up to her feet if she would stand.
The door opened and some skeletons carried a heavy oak table into the room, fitted with securing straps and belts.

The skeletons then took her and picked her up, laying her on the table before beginning to take off her manacles to secure her to the table instead.
He went to his desk and picked up a large pink crystal.

Pulled to her feet only to be strapped back down again. Her wrists were secured out to her sides at acute angles to her torso. Her ankles similarly secured. The pressure on her elbow spurs was uncomfortable but not painful or potentially injuring. Her torso was secured by a strap that ran under her breasts, her thighs secured by straps similar to the ones on her ankles, and her neck secured by another, which was riveted to the table using two rivets. It was uncomfortably tight, but she wasn’t going to complain to her captor, such would be a show of weakness.

She watched with a look akin to a glare, but not quite so, as he approached her on the table.

 

[Klor Bishop]

She might be or might not be willing, but she admitted that it was possible so he took that as permission to proceed.

“We are called Kilinigh.”

"The Kilinigh... It will be interesting studying you. Don't move..."
Without further comment he took her by the arm and helped her sit up on the table even though she was strapped down. Her body was left strapped down to the table but he held her spectral form in an iron grip.
He presented the crystal and placed the narrow end against her forehead. He uttered words in a gutteral language and the pinkish crystal started turning black as she felt herself being pulled into the depths of the crystal.

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At first there would be darkness, but as she grew accustomed to it the darkness would fade and sight became easy.
She stood another plane of existence on a dark crystal platform. Rainbow grass danced in a pink dust breeze and a purple sun shone overhead with blue radiance and warmth.

A wide landscape of this rainbow plain stretched in every direction with gently rolling hills.
The black crystal platform she stood on pulsated with the black radiance steadily like a heartbeat... Her heartbeat...

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With her spectral form on its expedition he began his own work. He laid out his surgical equipment and selected his razors from a vast array.
Since her body was now uninhabited he didn't bother with deadening her senses and went right to cutting into her with a pristinely cleaned skeleton as his aid to hand him tools and a hand whenever he needed.

The heartbeat of the black crystal quickened as pain was introduced to her body, but her spectral form would remain unaffected.

 

[Diyah]

Don't move..."

“How can I?” She asked, rolling her eyes.

Without further comment he took her by the arm and helped her sit up on the table even though she was strapped down. Her body was left strapped down to the table but he held her spectral form in an iron grip.
He presented the crystal and placed the narrow end against her forehead. He uttered words in a gutteral language and the pinkish crystal started turning black as she felt herself being pulled into the depths of the crystal.

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At first there would be darkness, but as she grew accustomed to it the darkness would fade and sight became easy.
She stood another plane of existence on a dark crystal platform. Rainbow grass danced in a pink dust breeze and a purple sun shone overhead with blue radiance and warmth.

A wide landscape of this rainbow plain stretched in every direction with gently rolling hills.
The black crystal platform she stood on pulsated with the black radiance steadily like a heartbeat... Her heartbeat...

Well, this is new. Being pulled from her body wasn’t painful per se but it was definitely unpleasant. The world inside the gem, or that the gem acted as a bridge to, was a surprise. She had expected hellish landscapes of fire, torture and death. Or an endless black void that she couldn’t breathe in. Not.... this. This was..... revolting. All these colors, none of it blood. Ugh.

She observed her surroundings. Then she said out loud. “If you are trying to torment me it is working.”

The only thing she found solace in was her heartbeat, which to her now sounded like the drums of war, now that was something she could fall asleep to.

With her spectral form on its expedition he began his own work. He laid out his surgical equipment and selected his razors from a vast array.
Since her body was now uninhabited he didn't bother with deadening her senses and went right to cutting into her with a pristinely cleaned skeleton as his aid to hand him tools and a hand whenever he needed.

The heartbeat of the black crystal quickened as pain was introduced to her body, but her spectral form would remain unaffected.

He’d find her anatomy to be very much like a human’s with some crocodilian aspects to it. The spurs on her elbows behaved like a cat’s claws, save they had venom sacks in her elbow joint. She had all the same organs as humans, in mostly the same places. Save for the few extra organs she carried like her venom sacks. He would notice that the muscles meant for closing her mouth were far more developed than those of a human and going further along her jaw. She could probably bite through the table if she tried.

 

[Klor Bishop]

He examined her physique thoroughly, but he was careful to not kill her body, he kept a close eye on her heart and heartbeat to make sure she was still alive.
She was an incredible creature, built to be the perfect warrior or assassin with a matching culture to boot. He replaced her organs with clinical precision and began sewing her back up with a little bit of magic to make sure her body was able to accept a spirit again without falling apart. The sewed up incisions would be very delicate and if she were to exert herself too much she might find her guts falling out of her stomach.

With his hands covered in her blood he reflected that he should have warned her not to do such exertions upon awakening before he sent her into the crystal but now there was no way to contact or communicate with her.
He could only begin the healing process and hope she's not a fool.

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The heartbeat of the platform slowed to its regular rhythm but little else changed if she simply stayed where she was.

 

[Diyah]

She began to walk about the strange place, a tugging feeling was felt in her gut, though by no means painful, really it was somewhat easy to ignore.

The place was definitely revolting. So, cheerful almost. She did what she could to observe and memorize what was there.

Upon awakening she would be breathing hard but not move much. And she would simply say. "The next time you send me into another plane of existence, please choose a different one than that."

 

[Klor Bishop]

By the time he had finished sewing her up she looked like a stitched flesh golem. He had poked and prodded everything inside of her, everything from her teeth to her toes. Bone was easy for him to mend better than new, but her flesh would heal slower even at an accelerated rate.
But still he would need to perform more experiments, knowing what she has and that they work is one thing, but seeing how they work and how they respond to different situations were the next steps.

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All in all the operation took an hour to Klor and he waited another fifteen minutes after reassembling her to bring her back.
But to her she spent a day and a half in this brightly colored plane.
During this time she had plenty of opportunity to explore and she found that if she were to walk in one direction for an hour (her time) then she would eventually come back to the black crystal platform as if she stood on a very small planet.

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When it was time he placed the black crystal against her forehead and spoke the ritual summoning her back. Though essentially all he did was unlock the crystal to allow her spirit to pass through, the crystal platform turned pink and radiated with life signifying the presence of a living host ready to accept her spirit.

She awoke in her own body, physically weakened with aching pains all over but alive.

Upon awakening she would be breathing hard but not move much. And she would simply say. "The next time you send me into another plane of existence, please choose a different one than that."

Her reaction was... Unexpected.
"All I did was store you inside this crystal. I have no control over whatever you discovered."
He unbuckled the strap around her neck so she could breath a little easier.
"Tell me what you found."

 

[Diyah]

When it was time he placed the black crystal against her forehead and spoke the ritual summoning her back. Though essentially all he did was unlock the crystal to allow her spirit to pass through, the crystal platform turned pink and radiated with life signifying the presence of a living host ready to accept her spirit.

She awoke in her own body, physically weakened with aching pains all over but alive.

She had explored the tiny planet to it's fullest. There wasn't much there save the rainbow coloured grasses and the black crystal platform. She sat down on it once her exploration was completed, and slept there for a while.

She had woken up when the platform glowed pink. And she was sucked back into her patched up body. It was mostly sore, and she found a great deal of difficulty moving.

Her reaction was... Unexpected.
"All I did was store you inside this crystal. I have no control over whatever you discovered."
He unbuckled the strap around her neck so she could breath a little easier.
"Tell me what you found."

"A revoltingly colorful place. Just a large sphere from my understanding, and I was walking along it's surface. Rainbow coloured grass covered everything save a black crystal platform on which I arrived." She explained. The neck strap wasn't really putting pressure on her throat at all, her hard breathing being a result of the unpleasant squeezing sensation of moving in and out of her body.

 

[Klor Bishop]

"A revoltingly colorful place. Just a large sphere from my understanding, and I was walking along it's surface. Rainbow coloured grass covered everything save a black crystal platform on which I arrived."

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 would be remarkable..."
Images of instant armies simply stored within a crystal prism danced in his imagination and he smiled behind his grim faced mask.
The skeleton began unstrapping her from the table while he went to his desk, sitting down with his back to her to record her discovery.