"Next time you stumble into a kidnapping plot, call the police do not blow up buildings and shoot people." Detective Chandler was none to pleased I had called him when I got arrested, considerably less so he had to effectively alibi me, which as I am to understand it was basically "he's a shit heel, but not responsible for this because of that."
"I'll remember that when I'm locked up without a phone, how is Valrym?" The little man as barely breathing when we left, he was in pretty bad shape last I saw him before they locked me up.
"In a hospital, most likely he'll recover, he seems to have a hardy constitution, I see your up and moving around better I worry because you literally were limping this morning and now you are not, and no I don't want to know, your file is full of stuff like this." Chandler left me there getting my effects from the front desk (keys, wallet, weird rune stones I keep in my pockets even though they don't actually do anything). I figured I should visit Val in the hospital if only to make the doctors gasp how I was walking better without their bullshit help (I am a petty person, how dare they try and heal me the normal way).
Val was staying in a decent room at the hospital, they had all kinds of tubes hooked up to him and bandages wrapped around him. There was at least one other person in the room who looked to be in worse shape, I almost for a moment thought of helping that guy along to the next life and healing Val, but I knew he'd be all anti necromancy despite it saving his life at least once. He wasn't awake when I came in so I sat in a nearby chair and waited for him to wake up. I'm sure having me sitting there when he woke was completely comforting and not scary, I even changed my clothes to my black suit to be all dressed nicely for him!
"Oh you did manage to live."
"That's a nice thing to say to someone who saved your life."
"After almost ending it."
"You don't recall that situation the right way at all, in fact I believe I warned you about standing near that door shortly before it blew up." I could hear a muffled sound from the other man in the room, I forget that normals don't like hearing about my adventures like I enjoy telling them.
"Get out I'm in pain and you're making it worse." I would have stayed but since Valrym was being an ass and I still had to figure out what was causing the death magic I figured it was best to go. Ok well I was going to totally leave the hospital, but I got a scent of death in the air and decided I could spare a moment to look into it (it was of course after all what I was supposed to be doing in the first place prior to being kidnapped). I descended into the morgue like someone following a really good food scent (except in this case the food was death magic, and the scent was rancid, death even in magical form stinks). I should have known that of course a land of death would have death magic in it, but I guess for me it was the combination of modern medical care and old school horrible magic that I hadn't though they would mix together.
The morgue was empty, but the smell lingered (and not just the dead bodies even though they were rank, including the two I had added). I almost wondered if it was some kind of after effect of my own necromancy, and then I stumbled into the real reason. And by that I mean I literally fell down a trap door into a lair of dark magic. What can I say I'm clumsy lucky, like one time I misplaced my keys until I stepped on them, sure I had to get like six shots due to diseases I can't pronounce, but I found my gods damned keys! Of course stumbling into a lair of death magic is a lot worse for you than finding your keys I'll admit.
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