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Another Failure; A wandering soul finds an unexpected site
Topic Started: May 19 2017, 02:47 PM (157 Views)
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On the outskirts of noxus, surrounded by woods, sits an old stone barracks. It’s Iron Gate swings open creaking ever so slightly giving off a eerily sound that wafts through the woods. A large wooden double door lays on the ground rotting away as vegetation grows over the top of it. Farther within the barracks is an open court yard separated by small dirt trails moving to east, south, and west ends of the area. On the east side of the yard sits a broken down stable with a feeding trough collapsed onto its sides. Worn out, obsidian-colored harnesses lay strewn in various directions as if they had been tossed aside with no concerns. Upon further investigation one could find the cracked and dusty bones of horses long passed and left behind proud servants who refused to leave their post. On the west side laid an old armory with a rotted wooden sign with the words "Old Gregor’s" burned deeply into its base. On closer inspection of this side of the area one would find various containers and baskets filled with rusted swords, arrows, and spears. Within the very center of this old establishment sat an Iron anvil with a massive crack running straight down the middle all the way to the ground much like that of a tree struck by lightning. To the south of the courtyard sits a large building made of stone and wood. On the outside one could clearly make this out to be the place where soldiers would sleep and rest while waiting to be deployed. Within the building are wooden bunks, each bunk capable of holding two bodies with the various beds stretching from wall to wall. Each containing the tattered remains of what use to be bed sheets and pillows but are now more akin to shredded pieces of fabric.

Various knick knacks lay across the room a broken necklace, a smashed picture frame, and other old relics that must held some sentimental value to the previous owner at one point and time. Just down the hall from the soldiers barracks sits a medium sized room filled with a single bed, a empty desk, and an old worn down wooden bookcase. With a passing glance one could assume this to be officer’s quarters but to someone a tad more perceptive like myself I soon notice a small draft coming from just behind the bookcase. Behind the bookcase I discovered a set of stone stairs spiraling downward into a deep dark cavern. As I proceeded below I began to hear a runic chanting fill the air and watched as a eerie green glow started to stretch outwards towards me as if the light itself sought to snuff out my vary existence. The sickly smell of death started to waft through my nostrils as I got closer and closer to the bottom. The chanting and glow grew louder and brighter until I came upon a horrid and grisly scene.

Runic symbols of various shapes and sizes painted in a fine dark red spread out in the shape of a circle. What appears to be a freshly kill dead body laid in the center. Its arms and legs sprawled out in a gruesome manner as if the being itself was pulled apart by an extreme force. A single hooded figure caught my eye and I quickly noticed it standing just outside the circle, its arms raised high in the air moving as if it were sketching unseen words,a subtle green mist forming as it flailed about creating runic symbols that seemed magical in nature. As it moved its arms I noticed what appeared to be a skeletal hand stretch forth from beneath the robes it’s being containing no trace of flesh or muscle.

"Rise again flesh of man stripped of a mortal's soul come back to this world of living and once again be whole," the figure’s chants grew louder and faster in tempo, the room began to get even brighter as the red runic symbols of the circle turned a bright green. Suddenly large spheres of bright green came bursting forth through the ground and began spiraling over the head of the robed figure. "Ahh yes excellent I knew there had to be at least a few souls still lingering about this area," The figure reached out with one of its bony hands, snatching one of the orbs from above and started to chant:
"Enter into this body of flesh and make it's will your own, become a creature of thought and sight and once again be whole," The figure quickly cast forth the orb sending it flying towards the circle and the body that laid within. As the orb stuck the body, the air around the room began to wail and screech out as if it crying for help as the runic circle becomes blinding flash of green. Suddenly, in a flash it was over. The air that was filled with the horrible wailing grew dead quiet and the bright green light that filled every corner of this chamber now became void of all light besides the pale green glow coming from beneath the skeletal figures hood. Within the center of the circle stood the twisted undead form of the dead man. It's eyes giving off a pale sickly green glow that matched the hooded figures I could faintly hear it give off a mindless groan much like a beast in the wild.

"So it's turned out like this again has it… Another failure," With a snap of the skeletal figure’s fingers the undead body collapsed into a pile of rotting flesh and bones as a bright green orb floated outwards and ascended towards the ceiling, disappearing as it faded through the stone.
“Well I suppose I still have much work to do if I ever hope to get the same results as the shadow isles. I had really hoped these Noxian texts on necromancy would of provided better results... but it seems mindless creatures is the best I can hope for from all this knowledge... It's quite upsetting.”
The figure began to channel what appeared to be a spell of some sorts weaving a circle of runes and etchings made of bluish symbols. I watched in horror and awe as it started to surround his body causing the room to glow in a bright blue light, as the light began to surge reach its climax the figure chuckled and looked directly towards me sending a cold chill racing up my spine. “Well I hope you’ve enjoyed the show you really should be careful of where you wonder my dear lad… you never know what creatures lurk in these forgotten ruins.” And as the figure disappeared from existence I thought I could make out a wicked smile of some sorts that grips my soul to this day.

Later that year I learned just who it was that I had seen in those forgotten ruins. On a viewing display located in a local noxian tavern I frequent stood a skeletal figure representing the state of Noxus in a dispute against Shurima. It was at that moment that I learned of the necromancer summoner named Silencermage.


P.S. Thank you jondor for proof reading and offering up some advice


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