Valrya The Necrobitcher

"Man what hit me?" I had a buzzing in my ears like a thousand flies had nested there.  My vision came and went with hazy imagery. My attempts to focus on any object ended up in not being able to concentrate and just seeing dark things drifting to and fro.  I couldn't make out where I was, I felt like I was laying on my back, but ultimately thats because I couldn't imagine I was sitting in any other position.  I tried to move my hand in front of my eyes, while I could see it, it felt like a million miles away from me.

"TREZLAN!" The shout was there in the background, panicked, sounded like Valrya, but I couldn't make it out for sure.

"TREZLAN YOU STUPID LOUT WAKE UP!" There it was again harder now angrier, but still far away.  Why would Valrya be yelling at me I pondered. The god blood had really knocked me out badly, my mind still hummed from it, I didn't even know what day it was. I found my feet and made an attempt to stand up and look around.  I appeared to be in a room of some sort, I didn't recall getting there, I had been laying on a bed, I could see near the bed ritual candles and some kind of writing (assessing things visually was one thing, reading writing? Yeah not going to happen).  I could see the rest of the room was in shambles, furniture lay shattered, blood was splattered all over and Valrya and Valyrm were across from each other both badly wounded (Valrya's intestines were hanging out, Valrym was wearing some kind of armor but I didn't recall it being red by design, he was also marked up from what I could assume were Valyra's bleeding attacks).

"Well this is new." I'm a master of assessing situations, trust me. Valrya had a book near her hand, in the other was a dagger, I could tell her time was short (even messed up when someones guts are hanging out, things have gone "badly").

"Trezlan stop being an idiot and help me before the godling recovers." She handed me the book, I could start to make out words and symbols, it appeared to be a neromantic spell for life leaching that would transfer it to another using yourself as a conduit (this spell is extremely dangerous, well for the person you are giving the life to most often the non necromancer, as a necromancer its just another day at the spell office).  I don't know why she'd assume I'd get the spell right in my state (probably because well her guts were hanging out this was one of those necessity things).  I started to copy the spell signals as best I could, first over here, and then over Valrym (he called me a traitor and other words I won't replicate here). When I finished and double checked my work (which was really still kind of difficult, to this day I'm kind suprised this spell worked at all).  I placed my hands on Valrya and nothing happened.

"What did you do it wrong you idiot?" Always the polite person even in her death.

"I can't work magic on you Valrya, you've locked me out of that."  She looked at me with utter contempt and drew a quick blood symbol on my chest, I felt searing pain from where the sigil was painted but then I felt my power surge over my hands.

"Good bye Val." With a flourish of power I ripped Valrya's remaining life energy from her, it was like trying to direct a waterfall, except instead of water in this case it was the evil essence of someone who'd lived longer than anyone should ever (well aside from me, I intend on living forever).  She didn't scream or react at all, honestly I don't think she had any idea I'd written the spell in reverse of what she expected. Using this raw beam of life I directed it to Valrym.  He grimmaced, but I could see immediately the look on his face improve.  I managed to keep some of the power for myself (because no good deed comes without a price and I wanted more power to be perfectly honest).  Valrym opened his eyes, I stood there still in a bit of a daze the power still pulsed on my hands, throbbing in a weird way.

"Why did you kill her and not me?" A good question.

"I don't feel so..." Ok so I was still under the effects of the god blood and then having just transfered Valrya's life to Valrym I kind of had a moment of weakness.  A lot of them honestly, it would be a full week before I actually was able to maintain being up for longer than a few minutes at a time.  What a horrible week that was, the one thing I retained 100% was Valrya's memories, and my dreams were this side of awful.  Eventually I recovered enough to be functional, just in time to almost be killed.