Training on the Cursed Lands.
Apr 11, 2017 13:59:41 GMT -7
Post by Necromancer of the West on Apr 11, 2017 13:59:41 GMT -7
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Necril
Rank: "D"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A language spoken by the Undead.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: An ancient language of the dead, this whispering tongue is shared among undead and is also often associated with necromancy. Necril is a muttering language spoken by ravenous Undead. Focusing on terms and concepts central to the undead existence and morbid culture. Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---
The air was frigid, clouds offering a grey overcast. Snow was still around, nipping unexpected flesh with its freezing touch. In the near distance stood a granite stoned crypt, archaic in design. A stone coffer was in the center of the crypt, with four columns, erecting from all four corners of the weathered grey vault. An engraving was eroded from the passage of time, only barely reading a name: Kain Um...a. The last name was unreadable. Sensing a presence lurking close to Kain's vault, a mist shimmered into existence, not taking a corporal form. It was apprehensive to the male that took the time to traverse to his resting grounds. Only a handful of people dared to contact the spirit, for a dare, or other scandalous deeds.
Rael, after charming one of the elders in the close by villages, asking about past deceased who did not pass away to the afterlife. The elder was suspicious to why such a man would want to contact such dreadful beings. But a quick explanation about helping to restore the lands to their once former beauty from the curse loosened her lips. thankfully, she depicted the oldest spirit that haunted their resting grounds, as the one with the most knowledge that could be useful. Rael saw the described crypt up ahead and was curious that the being was waiting for him. Taking the book that he pilfered to show the incorporeal mist was his next step.
With the journey into the cursed lands, plagued by such a powerful necromancer, Rael needed to know more of the underworld languages, to better communicate to strike deals with such beings. The whispering tounge of the undead, ghouls, spirits, and ghosts was his first priority. Just viewing the book, he got a simple understanding and broken up pronunciation of a few of the words and alphabet.
"Come closer, mortal, what do you desire from disturbing my tomb?" The mist of Kain shimmered in and out of existence as light struck it. From the tone and inflection it gave, it gave a more of a warning rather than a greeting. Rael decided to be forth coming to such a spirit. Patience wasn't everyone's specialties, even the dead. Showing the book directly to the spirit. It was an old tome that Rael had to search for a bit, but it should be worth it at the end. "Languages of the Dark." It chuckled slightly of a mad man, but understood what the man in front of him wanted.
"I see you want to communicate with the dead, or the undead. A dark path most do not want to seek out." Another laugh bellowed out into the silent surroundings. "The tongue of the dead is rather different than other languages. Once you fully master the whispering language, you will understand why. Necril invokes the ancestors of the listeners, whispering abandoned knowledge that cannot be heard, even to the natives. Listen close, pale one. Do you hear them? The voices of your ancestors whispering into your ear?" Kain switched languages to demonstrate the invocation that the language causes. Rael could only pick up one word out of the rasping tone. Listen. There was a nagging whisper behind his being, close enough to hear, but out of reach. The rasping voice of the mist was still talking, Rael not knowing what he was saying, until the last word was mentioned. Understand.
"Yes" Rael tried to speak in a quiet tone, but his rather eloquent voice slurred over the rasp, only barely being able to recognize the word as yes. "Such a disgrace to the tounge of the fallen!" Kain expressed with such a vicious tone, that the mist was increasing and decreasing in mass, before disappearing. A coldness washed over Rael, slowing down his heart beat. It felt as if the cold hand of death was inside of him. It quickly vanished as the mist of Kain materialized back. "I do hope you enjoyed that feeling. It will get worse as you make more mistakes. Learn fast, pale one." Another cackle escaped from the mist, who opened the book to the pronunciations of Necril.
The book explained that when the language of Necril is invoked, that the spirits that whisper help translate the message that the speaker said. To a person with no knowledge of such language, the whispering wouldn't help in the slightest to understand them. The rasp that helps invoke the fallen is enunciated by the proper usage of the throat and less for the tongue compared to most languages. This was where most people who spoke common messed up at, since the difference was so drastic. "Is your name Little Bastard Child? Answer the question!" Another cackle of laughter echoed about. It was obvious to Rael that Kain wanted to get under his skin, to further torture him.
"N-" Rael quickly stopped, attempting to score in his accent, and swallow the spit that formed. "No. It is, Rael." Pain was all he felt for what felt like minutes when it was only seconds. Kain formed back infront of him, scolding Rael on what he did wrong. "Have a stronger formation of the tongue when 'eh' is pronounced. And you shall learn quickly that names will always be translated when invoking Necril. Go ahead and try it out" The spirit demanded instantly, to show the wonders of the dead language. "Kain" It was proper pronunciation and tone, with no accent to muddle it. At least Rael was slowly learning.
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Necril
Rank: "D"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A language spoken by the Undead.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: An ancient language of the dead, this whispering tongue is shared among undead and is also often associated with necromancy. Necril is a muttering language spoken by ravenous Undead. Focusing on terms and concepts central to the undead existence and morbid culture. Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---
The air was frigid, clouds offering a grey overcast. Snow was still around, nipping unexpected flesh with its freezing touch. In the near distance stood a granite stoned crypt, archaic in design. A stone coffer was in the center of the crypt, with four columns, erecting from all four corners of the weathered grey vault. An engraving was eroded from the passage of time, only barely reading a name: Kain Um...a. The last name was unreadable. Sensing a presence lurking close to Kain's vault, a mist shimmered into existence, not taking a corporal form. It was apprehensive to the male that took the time to traverse to his resting grounds. Only a handful of people dared to contact the spirit, for a dare, or other scandalous deeds.
Rael, after charming one of the elders in the close by villages, asking about past deceased who did not pass away to the afterlife. The elder was suspicious to why such a man would want to contact such dreadful beings. But a quick explanation about helping to restore the lands to their once former beauty from the curse loosened her lips. thankfully, she depicted the oldest spirit that haunted their resting grounds, as the one with the most knowledge that could be useful. Rael saw the described crypt up ahead and was curious that the being was waiting for him. Taking the book that he pilfered to show the incorporeal mist was his next step.
With the journey into the cursed lands, plagued by such a powerful necromancer, Rael needed to know more of the underworld languages, to better communicate to strike deals with such beings. The whispering tounge of the undead, ghouls, spirits, and ghosts was his first priority. Just viewing the book, he got a simple understanding and broken up pronunciation of a few of the words and alphabet.
"Come closer, mortal, what do you desire from disturbing my tomb?" The mist of Kain shimmered in and out of existence as light struck it. From the tone and inflection it gave, it gave a more of a warning rather than a greeting. Rael decided to be forth coming to such a spirit. Patience wasn't everyone's specialties, even the dead. Showing the book directly to the spirit. It was an old tome that Rael had to search for a bit, but it should be worth it at the end. "Languages of the Dark." It chuckled slightly of a mad man, but understood what the man in front of him wanted.
"I see you want to communicate with the dead, or the undead. A dark path most do not want to seek out." Another laugh bellowed out into the silent surroundings. "The tongue of the dead is rather different than other languages. Once you fully master the whispering language, you will understand why. Necril invokes the ancestors of the listeners, whispering abandoned knowledge that cannot be heard, even to the natives. Listen close, pale one. Do you hear them? The voices of your ancestors whispering into your ear?" Kain switched languages to demonstrate the invocation that the language causes. Rael could only pick up one word out of the rasping tone. Listen. There was a nagging whisper behind his being, close enough to hear, but out of reach. The rasping voice of the mist was still talking, Rael not knowing what he was saying, until the last word was mentioned. Understand.
"Yes" Rael tried to speak in a quiet tone, but his rather eloquent voice slurred over the rasp, only barely being able to recognize the word as yes. "Such a disgrace to the tounge of the fallen!" Kain expressed with such a vicious tone, that the mist was increasing and decreasing in mass, before disappearing. A coldness washed over Rael, slowing down his heart beat. It felt as if the cold hand of death was inside of him. It quickly vanished as the mist of Kain materialized back. "I do hope you enjoyed that feeling. It will get worse as you make more mistakes. Learn fast, pale one." Another cackle escaped from the mist, who opened the book to the pronunciations of Necril.
The book explained that when the language of Necril is invoked, that the spirits that whisper help translate the message that the speaker said. To a person with no knowledge of such language, the whispering wouldn't help in the slightest to understand them. The rasp that helps invoke the fallen is enunciated by the proper usage of the throat and less for the tongue compared to most languages. This was where most people who spoke common messed up at, since the difference was so drastic. "Is your name Little Bastard Child? Answer the question!" Another cackle of laughter echoed about. It was obvious to Rael that Kain wanted to get under his skin, to further torture him.
"N-" Rael quickly stopped, attempting to score in his accent, and swallow the spit that formed. "No. It is, Rael." Pain was all he felt for what felt like minutes when it was only seconds. Kain formed back infront of him, scolding Rael on what he did wrong. "Have a stronger formation of the tongue when 'eh' is pronounced. And you shall learn quickly that names will always be translated when invoking Necril. Go ahead and try it out" The spirit demanded instantly, to show the wonders of the dead language. "Kain" It was proper pronunciation and tone, with no accent to muddle it. At least Rael was slowly learning.
