You never really forget necromancy or magic. When you do the motions, when you tap the power its there all over again. I couldn't forget being a necromancer if I tried (well outside of stabbing myself in the head and hoping I died). Not that I really would want to, when it comes down to it I'm not really a fan of dying, in fact I wish to avoid that forever, because I've done bad things and while I'm ambivelent to the idea that the gods care enough what we do here to punish us all over again in the afterlife, I don't exactly want to stake my life on that idea.
After I was left to myself to find some new clothes (the nerve of someone naked disapproving of my robe) I found a small down on his luck vendor who was willing to part with a lot of different styles for a small amount of coin (you normally find these types by the number of hasitly hand painted signs advertising quality or ability to negotiate). I bought a lot of clothing that was larger than my current frame since I was about to be "eating" well soon enough. I had to wonder what kind of damage I did to myself by not maintining my physicality, would I be forever stuck in the body of an old man? It was an interesting question. I would have asked Morley, but I hadn't seen him in a long time, and I was still kind of worried he was around somewhere. I'm frankly always worried Morley is around.
So I got some clothes, fed myself, and got a good nights rest. When I awoke guards were waiting outside the door to my place ready to escort me to their prisoner. We didn't go to the palace, instead we headed into the industrial part of town, the smoke choked my breathing and the noise was almost too much to even focus on walking. I followed the guards as we left the main streets and headed down back alleys, eventually making our way to a heavy iron door with a single man in plain clothes standing outside of it. They nodded at the man and he opened the door. Inside Colonel Rojove waited next to another door, the room had only a desk, a chair, and the door. Rojove wasn't seated, his uniform was as I saw it previously, the pistol looked shinier though that could have been a side effect of coming from the smog. My guards stayed outside with the plain clothes man and the door shut behind me, Rojove opened the next door and it was a smaller room with a table and a man chained to it. His body had visible signs of markings and wounds. Previous information techniques.
"No supplies for the ritual?" Rojove's tone was a bit too interested for my tastes, despite being a necromancer, I'm not really inclined to show my secrets, mostly because of what I did to my own instructor.
"I'm over a hundred years old Colonel the only ritual I use is in my head." I didn't also mention that I had the experience of someone way older than myself and thats actually where I got most of my knowledge, but what they don't know doesn't hurt them, well unless I'm killing them, then it hurts a lot.
At the sound of our voices the prisoner turned to look, his dried lips showed he hadn't had a drink of water in a while, still didn't stop him from spitting on Rojove, "And so the traitor returns Rojove do you feel anything for the murders you've committed?"
Rojove wiped the spit from his face and indicated me, "This man is here to get the information we could not, it's a shame it will kill you Ambasador I would have loved to have you executed like your family publically." The other mans defiance left immediately at that last part.
"Another torturer? He can try, I'm not talking." I withdrew a small blade from beneath my robes and drew a slice along my palm, I didn't even feel the cut, it had been a long time since I practiced, but as I said you never really forget. Rojove watched on as I scrolled sigils with quick work, I used sigils and ritual because I was a bit out of practice. I also didn't want the man to suffer, I knew nothing of him as a person, and this was strictly business. I willed power into the sigils and he screamed (ok so when I say don't want him to suffer, I didn't mean he wouldn't feel pain).
The power infusion was painful for me, I know I screamed as well, it had been a long time and my body needed to heal. Everything hurt all at once, muscles felt like they were ripping, blood felt on fire, the whole bit (I've since found out that the longer you go the more painful it is to 'ressurect' yourself as it were as a necromancer). I was also trying to make sense of the flood of memories, I didn't even notice that I had been personally shackled in the mean time (because the prisoner had also been shackled). I only noticed when I was lead from the room by my guards and hooked up in a similar room, no table just me hanging from my shackles. My clothes were taken as well as the small knife I'd used to perform the necromancy, so there I was hanging from a wall stark naked and my body felt like it was exploding. Fun times, I love Ronerawth so much.
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