Post by Ainariël on Mar 6, 2008 21:18:37 GMT -5
OK, this is an R/p from one of my sites and I just thought you might like to read it.. true, some of the posts are Very long, however, it is a great story and I just wanted to share it with you all.
Please comment on what you think
And I will post a part each day, the male part is written by Jason, and the girl, me of course, Oh, why that does indeed tickle my fancy!.. this is posted with his permission and so without further ado…
Enjoy
Not much light shone through Karador late at night when people slept, not much more than the torches that lit the city streets. Some places were still lit though, some buildings never slept. Decimas walked through the city alone, unguarded by his armies of lifeless cohorts as he came up to the hospital doors, looking in to the well-lit facility. Not seeing anyone in the lobby, He pushed the doors open and stepped in from the rain that had been falling all night. Decimas looked back to the doors as they swung shut, and watched as a couple rotten crows flew past the windows, water splashing off their decaying beaks.
Turning back to face the inside of the hospital entrance hall, Decimas reached up with one hand to drop down the hood of his well soaked black cloak as he let out a sigh of comfort, being then, in from the cold rain. Even through his hood, hid hair and face were dampened from the wet cloak that had sat upon his head. Walking around through the building, Decimas peered around every corner, looking for any people who would inevitably be there. He knew the hospital was full at the time, he had made arrangements on an earlier night with one of the cities water supplies to make sure of it.
Hearing coughing from down one hall, Decimas followed his ears, so to say, and walked in the direction of the obvious illness. As he walked about, he saw an orderly walk down the hall that crossed the one he was in. “Excuse me,” he said loudly, trying to get the woman’s attention, “Mam.” She had past the crossing of the two halls, but stepped back a couple paces to look over at Decimas.
“Oh,” she said in a friendly voice as she tried to smile warmly at him, despite the stress of all the patients that weighed heavily on every member of the hospital staff, as they all were working extra shifts and rushing to take proper care. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be coming in the front door this late at night,” she halfway chuckled to herself as really the only thing to do under such a pressured circumstance as the one the hospital was in. “I’m sorry, but visiting hrs are over, and unless you have a serious condition, we really cant afford to help you right now.”
“Oh,” He said quietly, then hesitated as he bowed his head slightly, looking rather thoughtful. “It’s just that,” he continued, looking up at her as he paused for a second, taking in a breath, “I just found out that a good friend of mine was brought here, and was wondering if I could maybe go in and pray for him, maybe for any others that have fallen ill as well.” All the while, the necromancer kept a sorry looking expression on his face, pulling off quite well the act of a sad and worried man.
The orderly paused and looked at him as she thought for a few moments, all the while, Decimas stayed quiet, knowing it best to let her think on his mournful face and let her misplaced compassion guide her heart into showing him the way to his figurative promised land. “Well,” she said, still a pensive look on her face, “I imagine we can use all the help we can get in here right now, and rather or not I believe in gods will in faith healing, I’d rather take the side of hope.” She smiled at him and reached out her hand, singing to him to go with her as she nudged her head in the direction she had come from. “I’m sure your friend and everyone else in there, not to mention the staff her, would appreciate a little help from on high, and a man thoughtful enough to try, is too much to turn down.”
Decimas smiled, warmly, as it seemed to be, to the orderly as he moved towards her. Looking at her nametag, as he got closer, Decimas noted to himself that her name was Sarah. He nodded in an acting show of appreciation to her as he came up beside the woman, and followed her as she showed him the way down the hall to a very large room full of at least sixty people laying sick in bed. “Wow.” He said quietly as he looked in the room, “I heard this was bad, but seeing this many people in here is something of a slap in the face huh?” he then stood quiet, looking all heart sunken as the orderly looked up at him.
“It is rather wakening, isn’t it?” she replied, and paused. “Then the two rooms on either side of this one filled just as full too.” She took a breath in as she herself went quiet thinking of the mass amount of sick people. “I can’t believe we actually had to use the cafeteria and lay patients on the tables just for bed space, but the other rooms just aren’t big enough to care for such a thing.” She paused again as Decimas still remained silent. “Well,” she continued, “Your friend should be somewhere in these three rooms.” She motioned her hands to the area of that one wing, though it was easily over half the hospital. “Your welcome to look and find your friend.”
“Thank you Sarah.” He said as he bowed his head to her before pushing the doors open and stepping through. As he walked through the large room of bedridden poison victims, Decimas made sure to look as though he was searching, looking at each patients face. A few minutes later, he stopped at one bed, pretending to know the man sleeping in it, and kneeled down at his side.
Sarah and another orderly that had come up to the doorway stood in the entrance to the room and watched, listened as he started to speak, pray, as they thought, for the ill in the ward. Sarah had spoken quietly, telling the other woman what Decimas was doing, and they both smiled softly as they looked across the vast spread of full hospital beds.
“Vires totus peius cado letaliter sic , vires totus infirmus nunc intereo de is. Vires vita solvo suus habitum in lemma ut nex vires prene suus toll. Sino spiritus labor lapsus ex lemma , ut ego vires tribuo lemma vita in nex. sic hic ego iacio meus directus mos ut totus illud hic is nox noctis vires cado ex vita quod orior oriri ortus iterum ut poenanon virs de stipes excessum.” Decimas kept his head bowed the whole time he spoke these words, and he spoke them in a prayerful tone at that, not that it mattered how he said what he said, or the exact words he spoke, for that matter. He hadn’t had to say it all in so many words, but felt like putting on a show.
He stood and started to slowly walk back towards the door, and as he did, every man woman and child in the ward woke and started to cough harshly and wreathe in pain. A shocked look came to both the women’s faces, and they each rushed to a bed to take a closer look at the patients. “What did you pray?” the second orderly asked, in a furiously worried shock.
“May all the ill fall mortally so, may all the sick soon die of it.” He replied, not hesitating at all. “May life release its hold on them, that death may take its toll.” He reached up over his shoulders with his right hand and lifted his still drenched hood back over his head as more shadow than should have been cast, covered his face in complete darkness under the cape of his black cloaks hood. “Allow the breath to slip from them, that i may give them life in death.” He continued, as he walked right between the two orderlies, both of them in complete and udder shock. “So here i lay my dire will, so that all those here this night, may fall from life and rise again, as painless men of after death.”
The two women, still locked in their blank and dismal stare, completely shocked at the necromancer they couldn’t have expected, simply watched in shock as he didn’t bat an eye, but rather smiled, as he pushed the doors open again and walked out into the halls.
Please comment on what you think
And I will post a part each day, the male part is written by Jason, and the girl, me of course, Oh, why that does indeed tickle my fancy!.. this is posted with his permission and so without further ado…
Enjoy
Not much light shone through Karador late at night when people slept, not much more than the torches that lit the city streets. Some places were still lit though, some buildings never slept. Decimas walked through the city alone, unguarded by his armies of lifeless cohorts as he came up to the hospital doors, looking in to the well-lit facility. Not seeing anyone in the lobby, He pushed the doors open and stepped in from the rain that had been falling all night. Decimas looked back to the doors as they swung shut, and watched as a couple rotten crows flew past the windows, water splashing off their decaying beaks.
Turning back to face the inside of the hospital entrance hall, Decimas reached up with one hand to drop down the hood of his well soaked black cloak as he let out a sigh of comfort, being then, in from the cold rain. Even through his hood, hid hair and face were dampened from the wet cloak that had sat upon his head. Walking around through the building, Decimas peered around every corner, looking for any people who would inevitably be there. He knew the hospital was full at the time, he had made arrangements on an earlier night with one of the cities water supplies to make sure of it.
Hearing coughing from down one hall, Decimas followed his ears, so to say, and walked in the direction of the obvious illness. As he walked about, he saw an orderly walk down the hall that crossed the one he was in. “Excuse me,” he said loudly, trying to get the woman’s attention, “Mam.” She had past the crossing of the two halls, but stepped back a couple paces to look over at Decimas.
“Oh,” she said in a friendly voice as she tried to smile warmly at him, despite the stress of all the patients that weighed heavily on every member of the hospital staff, as they all were working extra shifts and rushing to take proper care. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be coming in the front door this late at night,” she halfway chuckled to herself as really the only thing to do under such a pressured circumstance as the one the hospital was in. “I’m sorry, but visiting hrs are over, and unless you have a serious condition, we really cant afford to help you right now.”
“Oh,” He said quietly, then hesitated as he bowed his head slightly, looking rather thoughtful. “It’s just that,” he continued, looking up at her as he paused for a second, taking in a breath, “I just found out that a good friend of mine was brought here, and was wondering if I could maybe go in and pray for him, maybe for any others that have fallen ill as well.” All the while, the necromancer kept a sorry looking expression on his face, pulling off quite well the act of a sad and worried man.
The orderly paused and looked at him as she thought for a few moments, all the while, Decimas stayed quiet, knowing it best to let her think on his mournful face and let her misplaced compassion guide her heart into showing him the way to his figurative promised land. “Well,” she said, still a pensive look on her face, “I imagine we can use all the help we can get in here right now, and rather or not I believe in gods will in faith healing, I’d rather take the side of hope.” She smiled at him and reached out her hand, singing to him to go with her as she nudged her head in the direction she had come from. “I’m sure your friend and everyone else in there, not to mention the staff her, would appreciate a little help from on high, and a man thoughtful enough to try, is too much to turn down.”
Decimas smiled, warmly, as it seemed to be, to the orderly as he moved towards her. Looking at her nametag, as he got closer, Decimas noted to himself that her name was Sarah. He nodded in an acting show of appreciation to her as he came up beside the woman, and followed her as she showed him the way down the hall to a very large room full of at least sixty people laying sick in bed. “Wow.” He said quietly as he looked in the room, “I heard this was bad, but seeing this many people in here is something of a slap in the face huh?” he then stood quiet, looking all heart sunken as the orderly looked up at him.
“It is rather wakening, isn’t it?” she replied, and paused. “Then the two rooms on either side of this one filled just as full too.” She took a breath in as she herself went quiet thinking of the mass amount of sick people. “I can’t believe we actually had to use the cafeteria and lay patients on the tables just for bed space, but the other rooms just aren’t big enough to care for such a thing.” She paused again as Decimas still remained silent. “Well,” she continued, “Your friend should be somewhere in these three rooms.” She motioned her hands to the area of that one wing, though it was easily over half the hospital. “Your welcome to look and find your friend.”
“Thank you Sarah.” He said as he bowed his head to her before pushing the doors open and stepping through. As he walked through the large room of bedridden poison victims, Decimas made sure to look as though he was searching, looking at each patients face. A few minutes later, he stopped at one bed, pretending to know the man sleeping in it, and kneeled down at his side.
Sarah and another orderly that had come up to the doorway stood in the entrance to the room and watched, listened as he started to speak, pray, as they thought, for the ill in the ward. Sarah had spoken quietly, telling the other woman what Decimas was doing, and they both smiled softly as they looked across the vast spread of full hospital beds.
“Vires totus peius cado letaliter sic , vires totus infirmus nunc intereo de is. Vires vita solvo suus habitum in lemma ut nex vires prene suus toll. Sino spiritus labor lapsus ex lemma , ut ego vires tribuo lemma vita in nex. sic hic ego iacio meus directus mos ut totus illud hic is nox noctis vires cado ex vita quod orior oriri ortus iterum ut poenanon virs de stipes excessum.” Decimas kept his head bowed the whole time he spoke these words, and he spoke them in a prayerful tone at that, not that it mattered how he said what he said, or the exact words he spoke, for that matter. He hadn’t had to say it all in so many words, but felt like putting on a show.
He stood and started to slowly walk back towards the door, and as he did, every man woman and child in the ward woke and started to cough harshly and wreathe in pain. A shocked look came to both the women’s faces, and they each rushed to a bed to take a closer look at the patients. “What did you pray?” the second orderly asked, in a furiously worried shock.
“May all the ill fall mortally so, may all the sick soon die of it.” He replied, not hesitating at all. “May life release its hold on them, that death may take its toll.” He reached up over his shoulders with his right hand and lifted his still drenched hood back over his head as more shadow than should have been cast, covered his face in complete darkness under the cape of his black cloaks hood. “Allow the breath to slip from them, that i may give them life in death.” He continued, as he walked right between the two orderlies, both of them in complete and udder shock. “So here i lay my dire will, so that all those here this night, may fall from life and rise again, as painless men of after death.”
The two women, still locked in their blank and dismal stare, completely shocked at the necromancer they couldn’t have expected, simply watched in shock as he didn’t bat an eye, but rather smiled, as he pushed the doors open again and walked out into the halls.
