Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20151022194512/@comment-5583506-20151118213325

Andrachel coughed and opened up the dusty old tome, stopping his feet right before Anhjari's face. The Khajiit whined lowly, but doubted that the hideous creature would be able to hear it through his rattling cough.

"WHERE WAS I?" mumbled the deformed Altmer and flipped through the pages of the black book. "AH, YES. NOW I REMEMBER..."

The alchemist started to perform some strange by speaking in a foreign language, seldom spoken or heard in Tamriel. It sounded dark, ancient and guttural and Anhjari pleaded that he would end speaking as soon as possible.

In all of a sudden the unlife of the Nord was snuffed out and the energy that kept the body in its re-animated state seemed to be dragged out through its mouth, absorbed into a vial the monster held in his other clawed hand whilst reciting what the pages of the book told him. The Nord shook violently during the ritual until he finally stopped moving and his head fell to the side completely lifeless.

Andrachel put a cork in the vial that was now shimmering in a mix of blue and white; the extracted essence of an undead...

"THANKS FOR YOUR LIFE AS A RESOURCE, MY FRIEND", shrugged the monster and put the vial in a holder on a nearby table, placing the book next to it. "AND NOW I MUST REST... WHEN ALL OF THE OTHERS HAVE FINISHED THEIR STUDYING OF THEIR INGREDIENTS MAYBE WE CAN FINALLY RE-CREATE THE GREAT WORK... AND THAT WILL BE THEIR LAST MISTAKE..."

The big creature dragged its lump of a body back into the inner cavern, where the sound of something huge and heavy dropped into what could be assumed was some sort of bed, before he began to breathe heavily; almost sounding like a death rattle.