The Rising Legacy (Open!)

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Delighted by the escalation of the high lord's manner, musing over where he kept his eyes and how his body responded. He looked slightly flustered by the presence of her creation to say the least.

Radwin reared his head towards Ranar, the human seemed very much smaller than first they had met. "You dare doubt the words from a First Spear?" This was unexpected to say the least, he had gotten so used to have people believe him out of respect and he had never uttered false since his rise to manhood. A serious accusation to say the least as he looked to the floor somewhat regretting what he would say next. "I was poisoned and left for dead. I will use this chance to take vengeance and reclaim the honour of death that you stole from me."

He had wanted to elaborate but then Molly interfered and his voice was silenced.

"I have not the power to give you insight into memories; you will have to consult a magus that specialises in the sort."

She blinked, the freshly sewn parts she had managed to leverage before the high lords visit had given her some part of semblance towards real life again, her bloodstreams flowing once more, giving colour to her skin, feeling the lack of sleep she yawned, hiding it with her hand.

Eyelids slightly closed as her body began waving back and fourth like a boat on the ocean. Yet even faced with such desire for eternal rest a deep passion for her craft denied any such luxury.

"We must talk about your promise. I would very much like establish myself on your lands, a well guarded place where I can store what relics I come across during my ventures and gold to keep the hunt going in exchange for continued servitude in whatever way or form The high lord sees fit."

A foothold in his lands, for a necromancer such was unheard of, but he seemed like a man of his words.

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"If you need I can give you the services of a traveling mage, although I'm not too sure what help I could be in manners like these."  Hachen said to Ranar.  He wasn't too sure where the lizard folk came from, he was sure they were just angry with him for trespassing, but maybe there was more too it than he thought.  Either way though he never passed up a chance to help people.

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Ranar stood there thinking, Molly's demands weighing heavily on his mind. It'd been an incredibly long time since Necromancers had been allowed to hold property on the mainland. There were so many ways that he could be pulled down. However, if what this lizard said was true, things would be much easier. His frustration grew. A simple yes or no question was keeping him from being able to move openly. More information was needed.

There was still the problem of Molly. She wanted her demands met now and he couldn't very well go back on a promise, that would taint him for years. He stood thinking for a few more moments. "Fine, you will get what you ask. However, I will not be able to give it immediately." That would probably irk her. "I need to substantiate the claims that have been made first. However, I can give you a well-guarded place in Maycrest to store what you need. We'll talk again on it after I get more information."

Now that he thought of it, there had been a few reports about strange things going on in Jadenshine. He'd discounted them at the time but perhaps there was some truth to the rumors. "Hachen, I'll be needing people to go investigate the situation in Jadenshire. If you wish to help, this will be the first step that will need to be taken." He'd have to send some Eclipse members there as well as there was no way that one person could scout the whole province in the time required.

He sighed. This was suppose to be a vacation! Would he never get a chance to relax? No matter. Ranar had a duty to do. "Hachen, gather what supplies you think you'll need and head out on the morrow. I'll give you names and locations of contacts I have there so you'll have lodging, briefings, and ways to pass information back." That was hoping that his spies in Jadenshine were still alive. When had been the last time he had a report from there? He couldn't remember.

"Molly, you'll be heading out tomorrow as well. I'll draw up a letter that will allow you to access to my storage space and a get you room to do what you need." This was a huge risk he was taking. By the end of this, he would either be highly respected or dead. He hated having to be so obvious with his maneuvers. "I'll need to stay here a while longer to oversee repairs and to tie up a few loose ends." He would need more guards if for nothing else than to make the servants here feel safe again. It would also help him keep word from spreading.

"You two know what you need to do. May we see ourselves out of this mess in one piece." Speaking of pieces, he would need to find some servants to clean the room. Ones that he know wouldn't speak of what they saw. Complications upon complications.

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Molly felt pleasantly surprised, she had not expected him to answer so straightforwardly and soon, interesting how he would already keep her out of sight and away than ask for more aid or demand more but for now she was content, silently approving yet still confused, had he thought it trough already?

Would he turn on her, oh the drama, the intrigues of one mans inner workings. Elevated she grinned and clenched her hands in a praying fashion. "Interesting." Was all she uttered yet her eyes where not wavering still fixated on the high lords face, looking for a sign, appearing as if she would have liked to dissect his brain on the matter.

"We have got some spare body parts from the whole ordeal."

"What does my presence stir within your Manling heart?" Radwin bellowed, he was regaining his composure quite rapidly as his multiple hearts had finally begun warming him up. Rising from where he sat, he felt like a giant amongst mice. The tallest of them reaching him to his lower ribs. "Funny how you rescue my life only to doubt my words. I am the First spear, forged in the flames of my ancestors, my voice hold true even when the thunder roars and the rivers flow red with deadly firewater. First you deny me death in combat, then you doubt my words and as added insult you send some hedge mage in his teens to confirm what I just told you are going to find."

It was fine, he wouldn't have wanted this mans commands and these people had yet to prove themselves in his eyes. Yet he had not been addressed and he hated being ignored loudly cracking his neck, testing his tail and taking some baby steps just to get used to his new body.  He wouldn't be able to wield a weapon the way he would have liked but so far it seemed the gods had granted him a path of power to exact vengeance with his bear hands. He just had to savour and bury that rage he felt growing up inside of him.

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Hachen bowed after he was told what to do and went with pig to go get a horse, that's all he really wanted to get to town.  After that he left at daybreak and got to the town by time people started to wake.  He got off the horse and payed for it to be stabled while he walked to his first contact.

Thanks to both his and pigs "amazing" sense of direction they didn't find the place until noon and when they finally reached it they were both starving and their feet hurt from looking around the town.  Hachen knocked on the door, albeit exhaustively, but it should have been loud enough to hear inside.

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Ranar watched Hachen ride away from the window, gathering his thoughts. It was a few moments before the High Lord spoke. "Pardon my precautions, First Spear. If what you told me is true, I've been thrust into a dance that could very well kill me and I would much rather avoid that." He turned from the window, pausing for a second to study the lizard. It was certainly much more imposing now than it had been the night before. He wondered how much free will it still had after Molly's...modifications.

"I assume you were some kind of battle leader. Tell me, did you commit your forces based solely on the word of your captives or any turncoats?" He didn't expect an answer and he didn't give time for one. "After attacking my home and killing my servants, and nearly killing me, tell me why I should take you at your word. The only reason you're still alive is so I could get whatever information I could out of you."

He knew the kind of individual this thing was. It would only be kept in line through strength and fear, baring whatever magical controls Molly had over it. Ranar would have to keep up a bluff to make sure it followed orders. A mirthless smile touched his lips. He was already in one deadly situation, what was one more?

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"The only reason I am alive? You dare presume to hold all the cards?" With every word his body grew tenser and his violent sides became blatantly obvious. Like a predator he circled Molly's operating table.


"I can just as well claim my gods acted trough you to save my life. All of my faith, all of my honor demands that I should have killed myself by now."

He had finally reached the weakest spot of the table. Then his fist descended, smacking the table in half like broken twigs. its destruction resounding in the hallway.

"BE GLAD THAT I DECIDED TO TALK! CHEER ME ON AS I DESTROY EVERYTHING MY FOREFATHERS HELD DEAR! BE PROUD OF THE DAY YOU VIOLATED NATURE AND MADE AN ABOMINATION IN THE NAME OF VENGEANCE!"

Then first spear sighed, this man could definitely make his brain hurt.

"Though I guess you are right to question, the first spear is not allowed sight beyond the hand that throws him. That a priest told us whom the order came from is very unusual. the same priest also poisoned my sacred battle brew."

Molly on the other hand had merely been enjoying the show now hugged Radwins waist, her large fingers checking the abdomen with expert touch like a painter drawing her brush over an unfinished painting.

"I guess I do feel some pride, but now all I can see is the wasted potential." her voice started out highly sensual yet held pinches of frustration in it.

"My darling First spear, I would kill for some dragon or wyvern parts so you could breathe fire, fly and look elegant rather than this brute frame patched together overnight. I am most absolutely sorry for not giving you the best of materials but to call my work an abomination."

"I did everything I could to give you the most with such limited preparation and yet you sounded SOO HORRIBLY DISAPPOINTED. Maybe you could be refurnished into a talking lamp?"

Her choice of a more whining tone and guiding hands easily drew Radwins attention, navigating him down to her level. Their eyes meeting in some absurd lovers embrace.

"The only reason you have this sort of body is because The highest lord Ranar Igram saw fit to give me free reigns and lots of bodies to work with. So be a little grateful that I take value in giving everyone more out of their bodies than what they had before arriving at my table."

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Ranar hadn't been expecting the sudden violence and, unfortunately, flinched a bit. Even though the lizard seemed resigned to the events of this morning, the High Lord didn't feel like pushing the monstrosity too hard. This type of work was more suited to early evening, not before he'd even broke the night's fast. However, he could still plant valuable seeds in the creature's mind.

After Molly finished speaking, he picked where she left off. "While I would like to take credit for you being alive right now, maybe you are right. Perhaps it was the will of your gods." He would have to be very careful here. One wrong word could set the lizard-man off. "Look at yourself, I can't claim to know how powerful you were before but, just on size alone, you're probably at least twice as strong." Ranar ran a hand through his hair. "Please do not misunderstand me, I don't claim to even have the slightest definite clue on the thoughts of the divine but do allow me to repeat a few things that you have said."

He held up a finger on one hand. "You said that you had been forced from your lands by a god of fire. I can only assume that this period tested and strengthened your leadership abilities. There is only so much the priesthood can do on it's own and, again I assume, you were called upon as a battle leader during times of conflict or organized hunting when it was needed."

He extended a second finger beside the first. "Secondly, you said that a priest had ordered you into battle and poisoned your sacred battle brew. While I am unfamiliar with the ways of your people, I would think this a dishonorable act. However," he pointed his two fingers at his conversational partner to emphasize the point. "what if, and just humor me for a moment, what if you were poisoned by a divine order?"

Ranar paused for a moment for that to sink in. "What if you were poisoned to allow you to undergo the...process you did last night? After all, no normal person would willing go through what you did. No offense, Molly." He started walking towards the lizard-man. "What if you have been chosen not to just lead your own tribe or clan - forgive me, I am also unfamiliar with the social structures of your people - but to lead all of your people?"

"But why would the gods not just have the priesthood proclaim it, if that were the case?" Ranar stopped in front of the giant, half-musing aloud. "Perhaps they wish to test you further?" He looked up at the creature he was part-musing to, part-leading through, and part-yammering at. "After all, they've tested your ability to lead and found it worthy - else you wouldn't be as you are - but what else is there to test?" He turned around and scratched his chin in mock puzzlement. He snapped. "Of course! What is strength, what is power, without control?" He turned back and spread his arms. "If I have stumbled upon the plans of the divine, it can only be guessed that your next test is how well you can control your new self and your new abilities."

He brought his hands together swiftly. "For now, though, I think it is time to break the night's fast. Due to the...activities of last night, I will regretfully have to ask you to stay in here for a while longer." He extended one of his hands to the necromancer. "Molly, if you would care to join me or suggest food or drink your patient will need for recovery, I would be happy to oblige you." The High Lord smiled. "First Spear, please think on what I have said. If you feel that my musings have a glimmer of truth in them, know that I will help you - as an ally - return to your people so you can lead them out from under the hand of one not your own and back to the lands you were forced to leave."