Gender: Male Age: 54 Location: Las Vegas, Nv
|Introduction: Necromancer’s Ankh|
I looked up from the book I was reading while my daughter slept on my lap. Silver, Gloria and Jasmine walked in looking dark and angry. I closed the book and glanced at Melody before looking at them and whispering, “what?”
Jasmine smiled, “I don’t understand why she always falls asleep when you read to her.”
Silver snorted and sat in another chair as Gloria paced, “another couple was killed in the King’s garden with magic and their essence taken.”
I looked at my daughter and softly caressed her face as I thought. This was the twelfth time the killer had struck. I looked Silver, “could the Necromancer’s Ankh find him?”
They jerked and Silver sat up, “maybe if we use it on the two...”
Gloria snorted, “and where are you going to find a Necromancer to wield it?”
I moved the drakes and Griffin off my daughter and stood, “I can’t tell you that.”
I turned and handed Melody to Jasmine, “tell the guards to keep the bodies together.”
I walked out and went downstairs as my mind whirled. I had met Whisper many years ago and promised never to tell anyone about him. I put a few tools into my pack before leaving. I glanced at Dragon when she landed on my shoulder and smiled, “thanks for coming.”
She rubbed against my cheek and I turned to head through the city. The shop I went to had an orange glow that seemed to warm the heart. We were just inside the wall from the graveyard. I looked at the large orb in the window before going in and waiting just inside the door.
It was several moments before the whispers came, “Sinclair... it... is... not... me...”
I smiled, “I didn’t think it was.”
“Why... have... you... come...”
I sighed, “because I need help catching the one that is killing people.”
“I... wish... to... be... left... alone...”
I shook my head, “so you would let another bring darkness? He is a Necromancer just like you. You may have forsaken the dark arts but he has not. Not only has he killed with his magic, he stole their souls.”
The pale man I remembered stepped out of nowhere to stand in front of me, “so... you... would... have... them... know... me...”
I shook my head, “no. I am going to steal the Necromancer’s Ankh. The spirits may not be in the bodies but with the Ankh you could question the dead and track the killer.”
He turned to look into the shadows, “the Ankh is very powerful.”
I smiled because he hadn’t whispered, “and can only be used by a necromancer once.”
He waved as he nodded, “once would be enough.”
I looked at him closely, “enough for what?”
He turned to look at me as if weighing me before nodding, “to let my spirit go to its peaceful rest.”
I narrowed my eyes, “peaceful rest?”
He smiled and a pale bony hand came out to touch one of mine, “I am very old Sinclair. The power that consumes me refuses to let me die so that my spirit may rest.”
I swallowed and bowed, “if the Ankh can not, I will find a way.”
He nodded and I turned, “I will return after...”
“I will be with those that have died.”
I glanced back before leaving and moving quickly through the shadows of the city but it still took time. I paused in the darkness of an alley as I stared across at a large manor ablaze in light. There were no walls, only rusty iron bars with sharpened points. I finally moved and went straight across to what had been a carriage gate decades ago.
I checked the locking bar and lifted it as I slid it back and then struggled to lift the heavy gate leaf and open it. I went through once it was open enough and headed around the carriage house and stables. I checked before opening the servant door and stepping into the manor. I could hear voices and chants as I glanced around the corner and into the kitchen.
The kitchen was empty except for an oil lamp burning on the center table. I moved through and listened at the other door before feeling along the back wall. The servants stairs were hidden behind a panel and I climbed them silently to the third floor. I opened the panel and peeked out and looked down the hall.
I moved down and to the center room that would be over the front of the manor. I picked the lock and slipped into the room and opened the tiny mage lantern. Everything was draped in black except the snow white bed in the center of the room. I moved slowly and silently to the bed and went to my stomach to look under it.
I crawled under and felt the seam on the small trap door I knew was here. I had to use a small knife to pry one edge up and then I was working around the other edges. I lifted the trap door and peeked into the huge room below blazing with light. I looked at each of the hooded and cowled people before reaching down.
The tiny Ankh was icy cold and seemed to reach straight into my heart. It was only a foot long, ebony black with darkness seeping off it. It floated in the air with nothing holding it and I slowly brought it up through the trap door. I lowered the trap door before twisting to pull a silk bag. I put the Ankh in the bag and closed it before crawling out from under the bed.
I slipped out and headed back to the servants stairs. When I opened the door in the kitchen I could hear the chants still going on. I moved to the outer door and left, I hesitated before closing the heavy gate and then heading towards an alley. Each time I entered shadows the chill seemed darker and an icy coldness reached for me.
There was a small crowd of guards and mages in a brightly lit area of the garden when I reached it. Whisper slipped out of the shadows and started walking beside me. He was the only one that had ever been able to do that. I glanced at him before I started pushing people out of our way. I glanced at Silver talking to the guard commander as I stopped beside the bodies.
I held out the silk bag and Whisper took it as he began a slow walk around the bodies. I glanced around as everyone whispered or murmured, “please kept it quiet.”
Whisper ignored them and me as he finally knelt and put his hand on the dead woman. He growled as he looked at me, “the one that did this raped her as he fed.”
The mages straightened as I looked around and Silver stepped up, “it means it wasn’t a necromancer that killed them.”
I snorted but nodded, “necromancers don’t normally kill.”
The mages looked at me and I shrugged, “they talk to and commune with the dead. They try to have as little to do with the living as they can.”
I looked at Whisper, “can you raise them to find out who it was?”
He looked at the silk bag with the Ankh, “yes.”
I had a bad feeling as he pulled it out and felt the chill again. His whispered chant almost seemed loud enough to hear. It was like an echo and I saw the darker threads spin from the Ankh and reach for the bodies as well as out into the night. I spun at the feel of more magic and saw the spell strand grab onto the other spell before beginning to leach.
I started running and shoving people as Whisper began to scream. I tossed a handful of salt up and into the strands and they burst into flames that went both ways. I continued to run towards the shadows the spell strand had come out of. Dozens and then more strands stabbed towards me.
I tossed more salt as I stopped and pulled a dagger. Bolts of light exploded above us and jagged lightning flashed past to slam into a glowing sphere of magic in front of me. I growled and threw the dagger and the dark mage laughed and gestured. His laugh vanished as sparks spun off the flying dagger and it spun and slammed into his chest.
It was like he explode in a huge pillar of fire that roared a hundred feet into the night. Streaks of light wailed as they were torn away and faded. I moved closer as I pulled another dagger and Silver appeared to pull me back, “no.”
I looked at him as he watched the pillar of fire, “he...”
He looked at me, “is dying the worst way a mage can.”
I looked back before turning to head back to Whisper. When I saw him on the ground I ran and knelt, “Whisper?”
He smiled weakly, “finally I can rest.”
He closed his eyes and breathed out and a thick black strand of magic emerged before fading. I felt the pulse in his throat and sighed as I lowered his body to the ground.
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