Feeding Fear
18th of February 2007 A.D.
"You're dead, do you know that?" These are the first words Donald Morgan says to Horace Shaw, indeed the first ones he hears upon recovering his senses. "Now the only question is are you going to go down like a stuck pig squealing or if you're going to go down like a man?" There's
something about the cadence of his voice, not quite hypnotic, it's too harsh for that, but it matches the words the way sheet music matches lyrics, it makes you want to believe him. Right now this isn't a man fucking around.
"Kill me like one of the kids you go after are you?" The warlock laughs, blood trickling at the corner of his mouth. "On
her word? You wouldn't dare Donny-Boy. More than your cloak's worth and that cloak's all you have, all you
are."
The circle around him, carved with your sword, but marked in silver dust and wizard's magic sparks. The pentagram writ soft onyx dust seems to grow darker by contrast. Not a single wisp of power leaves his bound hands. The chain at his neck had long since been removed.
"Must you?" Lady M sighs. "Is it not enough to be wicked without being gouache?"
"We have the poor bugger you leashed you know, came in gentle as a lamb," Morgan continues. "His mind's no worse than it was this morning."
And thank God for that, you think quietly.
Regained 1 Willpower -> Now at 6/9 (Freed Cyril)
"Oh dear... is that your proof. Poor Cyril is quite mad you see. Can't believe a word he says, schizoid delusions, rather sad really."
"Uhm Molly, you realize you can just drug him and then I can mind screw him," Isabela turns her head to whisper in your ear. "I'm not Raith, but I don't have to be. A wizard with no tools, with no magic, it's just a regular m... man."
"I don't think that's what they're going for here..."
"We found the other thing in the basement too. Wanna talk about that? What's the matter aren't you proud of your work?" Morgan taunts as the warlock goes white as a sheet. "We could throw you in? Think it'll treat you right."
"You don't know what you're speaking of..."
"Fucks' sake. Every last one of you sons of bitches think you've discovered fire all over again. If you would just be rid of these Laws you'd be greater than Dee, greater than fucking Merlin. Funny how you fall back to monsters in the basement whispering lies and curses while you pretend to be holding the whip."
"You... you don't know
anything?" Shaw laughs again and he seems to be finding his balance. Maybe it's time to kick the chair out from under him.
What was the thing in the basement I walked through? you ask looking down at the boots that had slogged through that water.
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 8/18
Parasite/Living spell/Demon-hybrid A melange of complex images assaults your sense:
Shaw pushing bound people into the wall as it flowed over them, inscribing itself under their skin, though mind and soul, consuming their knowledge of magic, synthesizing, improving, evolving.
"You know..." you rise from your seat. "I don't think the Warden's giving you enough credit. Most people as dumb as you just go with sacrificing people for power. Mind eating demon mold is a new one. Build your own abomination, right? What did you name it? I'm betting it isn't something short and snappy like Blackly."
"Limos... Famine," the man in the chair proclaims. "You don't understand, it's the only way to save anything,
anything at all."
"So tell us then." the illusionist Nzola speaks up in a deep soothing voice. "You are doomed and the creature will burn, but whatever you know need not die with you."
"The fuck do you..." He grits his teeth. "I wanted to save something of the world
for me. If I die I hope He kills you all. I hope he chews slow. Black fire will rise from the askes of the old world and the truth of the heavens will be writ for the strong, only for the strong. You'll wish Limos had taken you gently let your thoughts sprout."
"Do you have all that Clippy?" you subvocalize. As clever as wizards doubtles are, most of them still haven't quite internalized the implications of technology.
Recovered 3 Essence -> Now at 11/18 (Urge+Time in Dragon's Nest)
What does Molly think you should do next?
[] You have a warlock and a confession of conspiracy as well as Black Magic, time to go to the Hidden Halls and see how the traitors take it
[] Wait for McCoy. Harry is sure he'll show up soon
[] Ask more questions of Shaw even if it might be awkward explaining how you know the answers
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: Rolls were pretty low, thankfully so were his. 
