[X] Let's expose some of the skull.
"Let's expose some of the skull."
JADES: "As you like."
Jades cuts away a square of flesh around where your blade scored the brow with your first attack. The opening reveals pale bone, split by your sword, with a glint of metal beneath.
JADES: "Looks like they put an armored casing around the brain pan."
He takes a small bonesaw and cuts away a few more sections of the skull, including one of the empty eye sockets, revealing only more dark expanses of iron. A full casing on the inside, bolted through the skull under the jaw.
You tap it carefully with your wooden finger. It reverberates.
"Hollow."
JADES: "If you want to get a look inside I'll need to get some more tools. Could be that there's nothing in there and a solid cast iron ball in the head was just too heavy."
MEI: "I'll crack it open when you're done with the rest."
[X] Let's check the neck.
"Let's check the neck."
Jades gently sets the head on its side, exposing the ragged neck stump.
"Articulated armor affixed to the spine, same as before. Cerebrospinal channel has been drained. Is it hollow?"
The doctor pokes around in the finger-sized channel at the center of the neck.
JADES: "Seems so. Hitting something further up. I think the atlas is filled in."
You note more of the salt you spotted at the back of the throat in the interior of the trachea.
"Nothing we haven't seen already. Let's wrap this up."
MEI: "Alright. Cut away the top of the skull. I'll make a hole."
Jades hesitates only for a second.
JADES: "As you wish, dragonlord."
Jades uses his instruments to peel away a larger area of the leathery scalp and with a few taps with a surgical chisel he neatly taps a fist-sized hole in the parietal bone at the back of the skull. A disk of rough black iron blocks further progress.
JADES: "What now?"
Mei steps up to the corpse and raises her hand towards it.
MEI: "Now you should look away."
Instinctively you do so. The hiss from before returns and grows louder, becoming a buzzing, then a whining, then a shriek. Light floods the tent. The smell of hot-shorn metal and burning dust rolls over you along with a wave of intense heat.
Then the sound ebbs away, along with the light and heat, though the smell lingers. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the renewed gloom of the candelit tent.
MEI: "It's open."
Mei is holding a neatly circular disc of cast iron, glowing cherry-red around its newly shorn edges.
You rub your eyes with your working hand and look down at the head. The hole to the interior of the hollow brain-pan is filled with ruddy light from the still-cooling edges of the metal.
"Hope you didn't burn whatever was in there."
MEI: "I can control it. See for yourself."
The brain has been removed. The only thing inside the skull is a triangular prism of dark metal the size of your thumb, affixed vertically to the base of the skull where it meets the spine.
"Well, we're going to want a closer look at that. Mei, uh, dragonlord, can you pull that thing free?"
MEI: "Why me?"
"Well, if you're willing to wait until the metal cools..."
MEI: "Right, fine."
Mei reaches into the red-hot hole in the skull and makes a few efforts to tug the miniature obelisk clear. Finally, with a wrenching of metal, she tears it loose and drops it next to the now-empty skull.
MEI: "Can I get a cloth? That felt unsanitary."
The Pasiapan monk brings her a tray with lemon-scented water and a white cloth.
You examine the obelisk. It's black metal, intricately etched with runes you don't recognize. The metal is the same matte-black as the cast iron that sheathes the rest of the skeleton, but it's different, somehow. It's smoother, for one, lacking cast iron's rough texture. It looks more like a blackened piece of forged steel.
As you are pondering this, you see movement in its surface, like a reflection, too ephemeral to make out, even though nothing in the room moved.
THE BANE OF KADJ: "Ah, that explains it."
MEI: "Don't keep us in suspense."
THE BANE OF KADJ: "Binding a higher and lower ghost together is the objective of many failed attempts at resurrection. This one is different. The lower ghost seemed to be in full control, but had access to the memories and reasoning of the higher ghost. Here we see the lower ghost bound by the iron sheathing of the skeleton, now departed, while the higher ghost remains trapped in this phylactery."
MEI: "His ghost is still in there?"
THE BANE OF KADJ: "In a sense this
is his ghost. This is soulsteel, a material formed of black magic and annealed ghosts. The phylactery is bound to the body in such a way that the hungry ghost can access the advantages of its former self while being unrestrained in its most vicious impulses. It is an exquisite piece of work."
MONK: "It is an abomination. An abomination against the cycle, and against natural law."
THE BANE OF KADJ: "Exquisite pieces of work are often deemed so."
MEI: "So, not a regular zombie."
THE BANE OF KADJ: "A zombie is a mere corpse animated by magic that stimulates the vestigial instincts of the body and compels obedience. This is something altogether rarer. Few necromancers even among the Exalted possess the skill to create such a revenant and bind it to serve."
The sorcerer looks down at the phylactery with something like avarice in his eyes. It glitters and shifts unnaturally, reflecting a place lit with alien stars.
MEI: "Can we release him?"
THE BANE OF KADJ: "Perhaps, if you destroyed the soulsteel. But from my readings I know it to be as durable as high-grade jade alloy."
MEI: "I'll manage. I'll see Rooster about making a crucible for the task. In the meantime we should discuss what we've learned."
"Alright."
[ ] Findings summary.
[ ] Tactical recommendations.
[ ] Strategic implications.