Tallius
12-10-2007, 03:26 PM
((This stuff is awful, but I'll post it anyway. :x))
Fire roared through Tallius's veins, his insides burning with lust and hunger. He needed to feed, but he no longer had the strength to summon the necessary energy to satiate his addiction. For three days he had shut off his runes, and attempted to live without his magecraft. For three days his life had been a living hell. The young warlock hadn't had the need to feed off of demons since just after the Sunwell fell, and he knew not the necessary rituals to create a magical source to feed himself. His runes had done all the work in the past. Without them, he was floundering, his insides being turned around repeatedly as his body shifted from that of a sin'dorei to that of a Wretched. Chains bound him, keeping him from escaping, from finding a way out of his torment. He should have told someone...Ninorra, Tirdisar, even his parents would have been better than allowing himself to succumb to this torment. He was breaking, slowly.
A single rune glowed a sickly yellow on his lower right arm, a nasty creature that still had not completely sealed as a wound. Its effects spread throughout Tallius's body like a plauge, creeping through his wards and winding its way through every portion of his being. The sin'dorei could not see, could not hear, not even think through the pain that wracked his body and mind, crippling him in a way that nothing else could possibly hope to accomplish. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew it would be over soon, that this was only a temporary torture.
Tallius needed a way to hide the taint of his experiments from beasts and from those who could see as he could. He needed a way to fit in with those who could see him for what he was. The only true way to do so was to completely purge himself of his dark energies. The ways to complete such a task were varied of course, and none of them were pretty. For a human, the task would be bearable in nearly any form. They had no dependence on the magics outside of their casting. They could leave it all behind at a moment's notice and keep on living the way they normally. For a sin'dorei the story was not quite the same.
It was a harsh test, one that the young Flamecrest was failing.
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A week and a half later, Tallius was in shackles again. He had managed to keep control for a few days, had even managed to to visit Sanctuary's guildhall. Ninorra had had her son, and as far as he could tell, everything else was going great. It had only taken a momentary lapse in concentration to send him spiraling back into torment. Thankfully, he had been alone when he had reverted to a Wretched state. He had managed to get back to the lab within a few moments of the change, the chains immediately conjuring themselves into place. Thick runecloth bandages covered his wrists and ankles beneath the shackles, but it hardly did anything to keep the blood from soaking through.
He was no longer a wretched, and being fairly certain that he was not going to revert anytime soon, he chanted out a series of command words and evaporated his chains. It took him a few moments to manage to stand, at which point he made his way to his room in order to get some food. He had eaten all of two meals since he had placed himself in this state, and he knew he had to get something in his system, or worse things would happen than turning into a wretched. It took him nearly half an hour, but he did manage to get food in his stomach and hydrate at least a little.
It was afterwards that he started on his real work, trying to get a meditation routine that would keep him sane and safe. Sit ups were first, managing to complete two hundred before his sides burned too hard to continue. He had managed to get a couple of weights conjured during his last period of control, and began using them afterwards, his ankles and wrists to banged up to complete push ups. What he truly wanted to do was run, but as with the push ups, that was hardly possible. Instead, he focused on the effects of the things he could do and dove back into his concentration. Cleaning up the thoroughly trashed laboratory could wait until later.
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The lab was clean. Bloody runecloth bandages and half a dozen empty potion vials lay on the work table, but nothing else seemed out of place. The entire place was free from dust, and all of the books were neatly organized once more. Even the lab equipment seemed to be in its proper place. Tallius sat in the study, quietly changing his bandages. They were healing well thanks to the high amounts of healing potions coursing through the young warlock's veins, but it would still be some time before he would be able to function properly enough to continue his studies. The damage to his wrists hampered his ability to go through the motions in order to summon the magics for his spells. He would have to send word to Jesmotguin at some point, but that would more than likely involve Ninorra's discovering of what he had done. while he was healing, the last thing he wanted to deal with was drawing the ire of his sister, or causing her to worry over him.
His bandage work was almost complete as the pang hit, a stab of thirst and hunger lancing through his chest. Tallius doubled over immediately, coughing violently. He could feel his body starting to warp and change, and pushed all of his concentration into holding onto his form. His skin started to turn a sickly purple as he managed to gain a hold on something. It wasn't much, but the mental hand hold kept him from being dragged further into his addiction. Tallius could feel his body losing strength, losing its will do hold on any longer.
Give up
He couldn't afford to. He couldn't live that life.
You are weak...
He was stronger now. His work wasn't for nothing.
No one will care if you fail.
He would care. That mattered more than anything else. Failure was never an option.
You already failed. You're dying.
Not yet...he still had a few days. He hadn't shut down yet... He wasn't going to.
He felt himself changing more, his concentration failing. Slowly, he was dragged into unconsciousness.
Fire roared through Tallius's veins, his insides burning with lust and hunger. He needed to feed, but he no longer had the strength to summon the necessary energy to satiate his addiction. For three days he had shut off his runes, and attempted to live without his magecraft. For three days his life had been a living hell. The young warlock hadn't had the need to feed off of demons since just after the Sunwell fell, and he knew not the necessary rituals to create a magical source to feed himself. His runes had done all the work in the past. Without them, he was floundering, his insides being turned around repeatedly as his body shifted from that of a sin'dorei to that of a Wretched. Chains bound him, keeping him from escaping, from finding a way out of his torment. He should have told someone...Ninorra, Tirdisar, even his parents would have been better than allowing himself to succumb to this torment. He was breaking, slowly.
A single rune glowed a sickly yellow on his lower right arm, a nasty creature that still had not completely sealed as a wound. Its effects spread throughout Tallius's body like a plauge, creeping through his wards and winding its way through every portion of his being. The sin'dorei could not see, could not hear, not even think through the pain that wracked his body and mind, crippling him in a way that nothing else could possibly hope to accomplish. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew it would be over soon, that this was only a temporary torture.
Tallius needed a way to hide the taint of his experiments from beasts and from those who could see as he could. He needed a way to fit in with those who could see him for what he was. The only true way to do so was to completely purge himself of his dark energies. The ways to complete such a task were varied of course, and none of them were pretty. For a human, the task would be bearable in nearly any form. They had no dependence on the magics outside of their casting. They could leave it all behind at a moment's notice and keep on living the way they normally. For a sin'dorei the story was not quite the same.
It was a harsh test, one that the young Flamecrest was failing.
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A week and a half later, Tallius was in shackles again. He had managed to keep control for a few days, had even managed to to visit Sanctuary's guildhall. Ninorra had had her son, and as far as he could tell, everything else was going great. It had only taken a momentary lapse in concentration to send him spiraling back into torment. Thankfully, he had been alone when he had reverted to a Wretched state. He had managed to get back to the lab within a few moments of the change, the chains immediately conjuring themselves into place. Thick runecloth bandages covered his wrists and ankles beneath the shackles, but it hardly did anything to keep the blood from soaking through.
He was no longer a wretched, and being fairly certain that he was not going to revert anytime soon, he chanted out a series of command words and evaporated his chains. It took him a few moments to manage to stand, at which point he made his way to his room in order to get some food. He had eaten all of two meals since he had placed himself in this state, and he knew he had to get something in his system, or worse things would happen than turning into a wretched. It took him nearly half an hour, but he did manage to get food in his stomach and hydrate at least a little.
It was afterwards that he started on his real work, trying to get a meditation routine that would keep him sane and safe. Sit ups were first, managing to complete two hundred before his sides burned too hard to continue. He had managed to get a couple of weights conjured during his last period of control, and began using them afterwards, his ankles and wrists to banged up to complete push ups. What he truly wanted to do was run, but as with the push ups, that was hardly possible. Instead, he focused on the effects of the things he could do and dove back into his concentration. Cleaning up the thoroughly trashed laboratory could wait until later.
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The lab was clean. Bloody runecloth bandages and half a dozen empty potion vials lay on the work table, but nothing else seemed out of place. The entire place was free from dust, and all of the books were neatly organized once more. Even the lab equipment seemed to be in its proper place. Tallius sat in the study, quietly changing his bandages. They were healing well thanks to the high amounts of healing potions coursing through the young warlock's veins, but it would still be some time before he would be able to function properly enough to continue his studies. The damage to his wrists hampered his ability to go through the motions in order to summon the magics for his spells. He would have to send word to Jesmotguin at some point, but that would more than likely involve Ninorra's discovering of what he had done. while he was healing, the last thing he wanted to deal with was drawing the ire of his sister, or causing her to worry over him.
His bandage work was almost complete as the pang hit, a stab of thirst and hunger lancing through his chest. Tallius doubled over immediately, coughing violently. He could feel his body starting to warp and change, and pushed all of his concentration into holding onto his form. His skin started to turn a sickly purple as he managed to gain a hold on something. It wasn't much, but the mental hand hold kept him from being dragged further into his addiction. Tallius could feel his body losing strength, losing its will do hold on any longer.
Give up
He couldn't afford to. He couldn't live that life.
You are weak...
He was stronger now. His work wasn't for nothing.
No one will care if you fail.
He would care. That mattered more than anything else. Failure was never an option.
You already failed. You're dying.
Not yet...he still had a few days. He hadn't shut down yet... He wasn't going to.
He felt himself changing more, his concentration failing. Slowly, he was dragged into unconsciousness.