Tight Leash
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 14241
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"Yes..." Belboz stops short, his tattered threadbare cloak clinging around
his angular frame. Owing to the meager light of the catacombs, Sir
Frederigo could not make out the mage's face under his tightly pulled hood.
He senses something amiss, somehow not right with Belboz. He takes a step
back, Astra hovering nearby. She would not let anything happen to him.
Would she? "I understand your predicament to be quite dire and that you are in need of my services, Lord Frederigo D'Honaire..." Fred briefly considers how the man could have known his name, then decides Astra must Allow me to introduce myself. Belboz Splitgrave, advocate of death." Fred swallows, but steels himself. His hand moves unconsciously onto the pommel of his sword. "Death?" he inquires cautiously. "Certainly. I have been dubbed a necromancer-" Fred takes in a sharp breath, "-but no longer." Fred breathes out a sigh of relief. "No?" "No," says Splitgrave, and steps into the light of the knight's guttering torch. Fred's eyes widen. The mage's face is a dry husk, almost a bare skull. Strings of tissue suspend the jaw, with its gleaming white teeth set into an ossified grin. One bright, shining eye gleams perfect sapphire blue. The other putrefies in its socket, spilling a stream of pus, like tears, dribbling down the side of his face. Belboz extends an arm, pieces of dusty skin like parchment alternating with fabric sewn right over bare bone, continuing up to his shoulder and blending into his robes- not seamlessly, however; the stitching was quite visible. The arm terminates in a skeletal hand, beringed and carved with runes. Fred stares, speechless, as the necromancer finishes, "I believe the correct term is liche..."
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