Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20151212160707/@comment-5583506-20151226153529

The alchemist grinned and coughed again. "IRONIC, ISN'T IT? I WAS THE BEST ONE OF THEM. WITH MY VAST INTELLECT ALONE I COULD FINISHED THE GREAT WORK MYSELF. BUT NOW..."

He removed the sheets and for but a brief moment Anhjari thought that she was going to throw up. While the top half of him was that of the other corrupted alchemists, the lower half was that of a human being... and it looked like it had been continuously decomposing during the centuries.

"I TRIED TO FIND THE CURE FOR MYSELF", he explained. "AND AS YOU CAN SEE I WAS ONLY HALFWAY SUCCESSFUL. I GOT STUCK SOMEWHERE IN-BETWEEN THIS... MONSTER I HAVE BECOME... AND THE MAN I ONCE WAS..."

He coughed again, apparently something with his experiment had affected his lungs as well. "NOW, MY ONLY WISH IS TO DIE. I HAVE BEEN LIVING LIKE THIS FOR CENTURIES. I KNOW VERY WELL WHAT MONTINETTE IS UP TO. I KNOW ALL ABOUT WHY YOU HAVE COME. AND I HAVE NO INTENTION TO STOP YOU, UNLIKE THE REST OF THOSE FOOLS. NOR COULD I STOP YOU IF I SO WISHED TO."

He threw with his doglike head in the direction of a glass cupboard that held an urn. "IN THERE", he explained with a wheeze. "IN THERE ARE THE ASHES OF A LICH. ASSUMING YOU HAVE AN ALRUNGA, THE ESSENCE OF AN UNDYING, A WAMUSU HEART AND A WISPMOTHER'S BLOOD, THE ELIXIR OF LIFE WILL BE COMPLETE WITH THAT LAST INGREDIENT."