[In an ironic twist of fate, the safe house Viral had built out by the western lake had been the very site she had been preparing for the ritual. Her tools and execution had been simple and efficient. Over the pool of clay and gathering blood Sabriel had left Viral kneeling over the pile, his body hunched over to let the blood from wounds forced open to flow freely out and down in a steady flow. By that point there had been nothing left but to wait for him to bleed out enough to the point where she could mould the body that would await his spirit once she wrenched the wings from his back, the only way she knew how to kill the beastman.
Sabriel was aiming to make the strongest Lesser Dead creature available to her in the enclosure; a Mordicant. Normally the ritual involved human blood and bog clay...but with an immortal beastman’s blood and spirit, who knows what could happen. Perhaps the mystery of his body’s make up would enhance the effectiveness of the ritual? Or even make a stronger beast than has ever been crafted by a necromancer? Only time would tell...and if it didn’t work then there was no real loss. Viral would be returned to Life in a week and Sabriel would have found herself a new playmate by then.
Aside from the necessary spells murmured under her breath and the odd command for Viral’s obedience Sabriel works in silence, barely giving the suffering beastman a passing glance while she works.]
August 8th | Western Lake - Twilight [WARNING - graphic content]
Sabriel was aiming to make the strongest Lesser Dead creature available to her in the enclosure; a Mordicant. Normally the ritual involved human blood and bog clay...but with an immortal beastman’s blood and spirit, who knows what could happen. Perhaps the mystery of his body’s make up would enhance the effectiveness of the ritual? Or even make a stronger beast than has ever been crafted by a necromancer? Only time would tell...and if it didn’t work then there was no real loss. Viral would be returned to Life in a week and Sabriel would have found herself a new playmate by then.
Aside from the necessary spells murmured under her breath and the odd command for Viral’s obedience Sabriel works in silence, barely giving the suffering beastman a passing glance while she works.]