Sophrus

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@Overlord Thraka@Pyromaniacwolf

"Hm, your body rots, yet you still live on. Why would either of us want such a weak thing as yourself alongside us? Or even under our command?"

Weak? Weak?! this poor stupid creature. Mortan chuckles to himself for a few moments, "You are half right Tiaz, i am no hulking monstrosity nor a great warrior. However i can make such creatures and i command many powerful warriors, and have allies in the Ancient vampire houses. What i lack in physical might i can make many times over between my ghouls and golems. Do you know what Necromancy can do? no, i suspect not. Or at least not the greatest things that can be done with it. allow me to show you." he grins, not menacingly but not innocently either. before long one of his Ghouls marches up into the midst of the group. "Ghorlan" he says to one of his Knights "if you would be so kind"

The knight nods and brings his heavy axe down into the Ghoul cleaving through its head spilling brain and shards of skull onto the floor. He continued quickly and expertly severing an arm and carving thick pieces of meat from its gut and torso. but the ghoul, now missing a limb and half its head still stood unphased by the damage, any apprentice necromancer could call up a simple zombie that would be easily killed by the damage wrought by the knight but It then walked back to its place in the Ghoul wall showing no sign of being hurt. "I am no conjurer of cheap tricks, and this is the least of my creations. Given time and bodies..." he seems to be lost in thought for a moment "I can make creatures the likes of which this world has never seen, that will make the mightiest knights flee in terror and whole kingdoms tremble in fear!" Mortan realized after saying it he probably sounded quite insane, and at the same time didnt care because he knew he could. Given the proper refinement, and sufficent numbers his Golems would raze this world.

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@Overlord Thraka@Pyromaniacwolf

Tarz scrambled away for his captors kicking up dust as he tried to push off faster and get sprinting down the cave to his master. Anything to get Mortan's considerable magic between himself and these monsters. He didnt run for long before sprinting directly into one of Mortan's Ghouls, which he bounced off with a grunt.

"My lord" the necromancer called

"Yes, yes, make way" Mortan commands with a sleight wave of his hand and the wall of Ghouls parted.

The necromancer walked forward, still slightly terrified of the creatured he encountered and visibly shaking. A reaction Mortan found most distasteful, a coward? in his ranks? He ignored the precieved sleight while he waited for the coward to report on what happened.

"My Lord i was captured-" he started, but Mortan interrupted "I am aware of that, who commanded the raised? who was their master?"

"Bonemelder. and, Tiaz The Twisted Shaman i think they said. Bonemelder was called a 'wolf lord' i think he is a ware. i- im not sure. and Tiaz! he was a tiger thing maybe a ware too."

Mortan sighed, granted "bone melder" and "Twisted Shaman" where right up his alley but this necromancer was pathetic, he would make a better slave than apprentice. But he would have to deal with that later, as much as the apprentice disappointed him the pair of creatures ahead was more of a curiosity that he desired to meet. Maybe allies, maybe a pawn to be used for his own ends either way it was probably going to be an improvement of his station. Mortan began to walk forward, leaving his Ghouls behind but his fallen knight still surrounded him like an Honor Guard for a king or lord.

Mortan stepped into the room with the two creatures, he looked thin and frail when compared to his knights, like that of an old man leaning on his staff for support. It did not appear as if he needed it to stand but he was certainly putting some of his weight on it. His skin drawn tight against his bones like a dry or mummified corpse. The only significantly noticeable part was the soft glow of purple from behind his eyes. and the polished armor sticking out from his dusty tattered robes. When he spoke his voice was a dry rasp like his body was deteriorating even though he was obviously kept alive through magic, he looked at the larger of the two, the tiger like creature. "the The Twisted Shaman I presume" and turning to Vaulthuz "And Bone Melder the Wolf lord. This is a very... interesting congregation. Allow me to introduce myself properly, I am The Gave Lord Mortan a Lich, in search of a new home. If i may be so bold as to ask, what is your puropse here?"

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

Before I start writing any colab I'll need a little time to work some things out. The gargan where put together poorly, my own fault, and I need to fix the faction. Which I'll do tomorrow probably.

As for magic lore fudging you can probably do anything that makes even a little sense.

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

Yeah, i noticed that. Why am i the only one bugging one of the NPC factions?

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

Ill figure out something on how to continue. So keep things rolling! Ill PM you with anything major i need to do.

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

Lol, no pressure then.

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

Sorry for the delay. I don't know how to continue to be honest. I feel like I structured my faction badly which I was working on fixing. And for whatever reason I have not been able to make a post I'm remotely satisfied with.

So, I want to continue but I may need to do something drastic to fix the problems Unease for myself. I'll keep y'all posted

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The Necromancer paled to an even more pasty color, disbelieving his own senses. He was indeed faced with a truly mighty creature... well two powerful creatures. His own master was powerful, there was no doubt about that, but he was not nearly as imposing as either of these two. Mortan simply looked like a dried corpse in armor and heavy robes. These two where actual monsters... "I-" he started but cut him self off when he heard how pathetic it sounded. He resolved himself and took a more level and confident tone "I am Tarz, apprentice to the Grave Lord Mortan, Flesh Weaver. He has tasked me to learn who you are. He awaits outside with a powerful host." when he finished speaking he bows his head and breaks eye contact in a display of submission to a greater power. He wasn't sure if he actually conveyed such a message but he hoped it had.

Outside Mortan quickly grew bored waiting for his apprentice, he knew he hadn't given much time but he was out in the open and he didnt want to be spotted by a local ranger or patrol. so he directed his Ghouls into the cave, a wall of bodies backed up by his Knights. He moved slowly into the cave searching for his lost apprentice.

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@Pyromaniacwolf@Overlord Thraka

Mortan watched the apprentice enter the cave, he would have rather sent one of the Vampires into the cave but they where stuck several miles away in a dark cave hiding from the sun. His Fallen paladin where far too valuable to send into a situation like this, and his Ghouls where essentially useless for all but heavy lifting and combat. so his last choice was an apprentice or himself, easy decision there. he waited several moments before he heard a yelp and a panicked incantation, the spell meant to tear at the victim's soul fizzled in the apprentice's hand, his target having no soul to attack. He hastily made an attempt to take control of the dead who approached him. Vaulthuz felt a tug in his mind and soul as the bond between his creature was stressed, but not severed. The young necromancer was pushing with all his magical might but did little to halt the advance of Vaulthuz's slaves. The zombies grabbed the apprentice roughly, breaking his concentration on the magic and dragging him deeper into the cave to be presented to their master.

Mortan felt the exchange, the subtle twinge of magic being used. His apprentice was still alive however, he didn't feel a new corpse nearby so that meant he was captured. Interesting development, a fellow necromancer was here. "Curious" he mumbled quietly. His other Necromancers and Fallen started to move forward and rescue their distressed friend before Mortan called out "Halt! we will wait." His followers looked at him confused but did not object and held their position.

Tarz, the young apprentice ceased struggling when realized that his captors where creatures of greater power than he could overcome. Or they where bound in a way he didnt understand, both of which where true. So he was uncerimoniously dragged back to their master, all the while preparing to confront whomever he was being taken to. he repeated what he was going to say over and over again in his mind because he was fairly sure whoever he was being taken to was on the same level of power as his own master. 'I am Tarz, apprentice to the Grave Lord Mortan, Flesh Weaver. He has tasked me to learn who you are'... He had forgotten about the large creature that was supposedly down here as well, but it hardly mattered. If his master decided not to save him the zombies would be enough to end his life, much less a hulking monster.

Blackshields: The Horus Heresy [Warhammer 30K]

uh... i stole it from a dead marine on Istavaan?