A Necromancer and his Pupil (an adventure to end all )

[Jessi-Lee113]

[[I suppose the god of death would know who Anya really is wouldn't he? I'll tell you what I had planned if you like?]]

Valshamr gave out a small caw as he side stepped on the head board, acting somewhat anxious likely because he could sense the presence that was near Marron. Anya however did not stir, though usually a light sleeper she seemed unphased.  

[Kang_the_Knight]

((Depends, some god don't take that much interest in the mortals, unless they serve them. Chemosh is more the 'nerdy' kind of god, so to speak...*shrugs*))

The light flashed for a moment, then a figure in grey robes was sitting on the throne. Shadows flowed around it, and two spirits appeared at its left and right tide.
"Come now Marron, it has been centuries since one of my followers decided to pass on their knowledge!" the same raspy voice dissipated into a dark chuckle.
Marron sighed "Well, if you cared to try and instill a little value into sharing the information and teachings, than those secret-loving arses might decide it's worth a try..." he replied, dryly.
Chemosh shrugged "Eh, they are who they are, and if they die, I'll present my teachigns to another who looks promising..." he said off-handedly, a withered and grey skinned hand waving Marron's words away, literally.
The necromancer stamped the butt of the staff in aggitation "Those who are promising are being hunted down and killed! Or worse, turned to the gods of light and their healing ways!" Marron snapped.
He had a deep connection with his god, so this type of dialouge was normal, even the disrespectful tone that he spoke to the diety with.
Chemosh, charitable (in a way) was amused as always.  

[Jessi-Lee113]

[[I was thinking of making her into either a daughter or incarnation of Freya i have yet to really decide which.]]

"Marron..." Anya mumbled in her sleep. She rolled to lay on her stomach, her long dark hair falling to her side. As she slept her mind tried to dig into her soul to find what may be hidden inside, but it seemed the further she dug the more shadows appeared to block her view and hide her past.  

[Kang_the_Knight]

((That's fine, but maybe you could mess-about a little with the goddess to make her more of one type. Like instead of being all of those listed (death, magic, love etc.) you could pick one and fit her into the mythos here ^^))

Marron and Chemosh locked stares for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, Chemosh laughed loudly, something that sent shivers down the necromancer's spine.
"You have no idea do you?" he asked, amused. He'd plucked Marron's thoughts from his head as if he'd been reading a book with the index.
Marron scowled "No. But part of her training will be uncovering who she is...."
"Good luck with that, as pointless as that may be in this case. It'll only make her head swell"
"What?"
"Nothing...."  

[Jessi-Lee113]

[[I was going to center on death and magic...or death and love I haven't decided that either.]]

Anya twitched and stirred in her sleep. She sat up but was not yet really awake, she stroked the hawks head and smiled at it warmly. She then grinned in a dark manner very out of character for her, she whispered a few quiet words and traced a marking on the door of her room. She grinned again, something had crept out as she dug through her sould for her past and this something was using her body while her mind slept, she then opened the door to a great vast nothingness. A black void with only a few twinkling stars, somehow the awakened thing had opened up a door to the area where Chemosh and Marron spoke, she stood in the door way a ways above in the blackness Chemosh had ascended from. Her lips curled and she called down to them in Latin, a language Anya did not speak and hardly read.
"Magnus frons?" She said "Oportet insto no teneo un Magnus frons?" her voice was echoing and hollow, holding much power and heavy with death, this was not Anya. "Ore doth da deus de morte puto el as praesto a insto?"



[[translation: "A big head?" "Should I not have a big head?" "Or does the death god think he has passed me by?"]]  

[Kang_the_Knight]

(( I would suggest one center. For instance, Chemosh is the god of death. Aul is the god of traveler. Palamio is the god of Righteousness. *shrugs*))

Chemosh and Marron looked up, the god mildly annoyed. Marron stared curiously at Anya, the old language she spoke familiar, but at the same time, foriegn to his ears. It may have been her voice.
"You are mortal. That is all I must say little one" Chemosh said, waving his hand. The door disappeared and Anya was removed from the top of the tower, sent back to her room. The god, satisfied, settled back in his throne, pleased with himself.
Marron scowled "That was not neccesary" he said sourly. Chemosh chuckled.
"Not neccesary? You may be my most faithful, but the most ruthless, you are not" he chuckled.
Marron's scowl deepened "Did you simply call for me to gloat and tease lord?" he asked, keeping the irritation out of his voice as best he could.
The cadaverous god shrugged "It can get lonly in the Underworld...." he said simply.
The necromancer blinked and his mouth almost fell open.
"I... will take my leave lord..." he said, bowing his head and saying a small formal prayer. He left the room with little aduie, Chemosh sighign and waving him out.
Marron opened the door to Anya's room.  

[Jessi-Lee113]

Anya, still possessed for lack of a better term, Stood angrily in the room's center. She parted her lips to speak as Marron entered but then paused, he didn't seem to understand her before. She cleared her throat and parted her lips again to speak English, though her voice was still strange from Anya's lips. "Pompous Death god." She scowled with her heavy ancient accent "Always shrugging me off as if I were nothing but a mere mortal." She glared at Marron, though her anger was not directed at him, "I am not mortal." She said "She is mortal." She scoffed poking at Anya's body. "Though a well endowed one." She mused over Anya's breasts. "For that I guess I am grateful, her body well rivals my own." She grinned, that dark shadowy grin from before. "And you are a necromancer yes? A pupil and follower of that pompous death god, who shall be teaching dear little Anya?" She said slinking over toward Marron and walking in a half circle around him, looking him over. She stopped in front of him and looked as if she may say something again...but her words were stifled. She closed her mouth and took a breath, as she went to speak again the same thing happened. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Looks like she wants her pretty body back." She sighed. Her eyes then sparked and she looked up at Marron with a grin. "Sorry Mr.Necromancer, until next time...Bye bye." She gave a little wave of Anya's hand before the girls eyes rolled to the back of her head and the lids slide over them, the hawk gave a caw and Anya's body lost it's sturdiness. Anya's knees buckled beneath her as her consciousness had not yet returned to control her body, and she crumbled ready to clatter to the ground.

[[I guess I'll go with magic then, and make Anya her descendant not her or her daughter. ^.^ Freya herself is just trapped somewhere and can use those with her blood as a link or..something like that.]]  

[Kang_the_Knight]

((Ah, I see ^^ Very nice.))

Marron caught Anya by her waist, his clothing as it once was before. He was careful not to p***k her soft flesh with the spiked pauldrons, lest he scar her, or worse.
He could easily guess who'd just been talking to him, a goddess most likely. Chemosh must have been irritating her on purpose.
"Anya?" he asked, lightly slapping her face after he'd taken her to the bed and lain her down on it with care.
"Are you awake my dear?"  

[Jessi-Lee113]

It took a moment but Anya regained consciousness. She furrowed her brow before opening her eyes and looked over at Marron. "Oh I'm sorry." She said lifting her head and looking at him. "I must have dosed off." she blushed pushing to sit on the bed in front of him. She gave him a weak smile. "I beg your pardon, I hadn't meant to." It seemed she didn't remember anything that happened while she wasn't in control of her body...or that she ever wasn't in control of her body.  

[Kang_the_Knight]

Marron pursed his lips for a moment, mulling over Anya's apparent lack of memory. He shrugged mentally and dismissed it as a side affect of the 'possesion'.
"It is alright my dear, you're still tired from the day. It has been a big day, and thus, you're goign to feel odd, not to mention the magic permeating this place would sicken a normal human....." he said cheerfully, patting her on the arm comfortingly.
He smiled widely, showin his near perfect teeth. They were filed, not blunt like most.
"Do you wish to rest for the rest of the day? Or would you like to eat something first my dear?"  

[Jessi-Lee113]

Anya smiled softly. "Oh no sir I don't need to rest any longer." She said shaking her head. "If at all possible I'd like to see more of this place."  

[Kang_the_Knight]

Marron smiled and held out his hand for Anya "Well then, let us begin with the tour then!" he said, his warm and friendly demnor replacing the lack of such.
"The library? Or the Lounge?" he asked.  

[Jessi-Lee113]

Ayna took his hand and stood up. "I'd like to see it all so where ever you're like to begin is fine be me." She smiled.  

[Kang_the_Knight]

"Well, then let's be off" Marron said happily, leading Anya out of her room, and into the dining room.
It was massive. Along one wall, windows that went from floor to ceiling, iron arches working through the glass like ribs. The sun was trying to shine through the fog surronding the tower, and even so, it filled the dining hall with a dim light.
A long table, edged in black wrought iron, stood in the middle, at the very least, a dozen 'thrones' on each side, each worked with different jewels and metals. At the ends, a massive, elegant throne made of opal and obsidain stood, skulls, skeletons, and grim faces leering from its black surface. It was the dining 'chair' of Marron.
The other was a simple chair, large and covered with holy scenes. A stark contrasts to say the least.  

[Jessi-Lee113]

Anya looked around the room. "You...entertain much?" She asked with a teasing grin.