Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 3: Abandoned Park]
05-21-2011, 09:37 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
"Finally."
Konka Rar lifted the lid of the newly-unearthed coffin. The corpse was, fortunately, still intact. At least he wouldn't need to put up with this again. He was still somewhat unnerved by the images and voices he had seen for the last few minutes, but he could put that aside until this matter was dealt with.
"Serve me!" he shouted.
Were Konka Rar capable of tracking the flow of magical energy as he was casting a spell, he would have noticed a small trail of mana being redirected towards the nearby tombstone. Self was still too small to seriously disrupt the spell, but the magical energy proved to be far more filling than its other meals in the recent past.
Rar didn't notice anything unusual as the newly-created zombie stood up.
"Follow me," Rar said, climbing out of the hole. The zombie slowly climbed out, and walked right into Rar's back as he stopped.
"Stop following me, and don't take me so literally next time," Rar muttered. The zombie stood still. Konka Rar handed the shovel to it and pointed to another grave. "Dig that corpse up. Start digging up the rest if I'm not back by the time you finish."
The necromancer walked off; staying here watching a zombie dig up a grave was no more interesting than digging it himself, after all.
As he did, the minion shambled over to the grave its master had indicated. However, due to Self's interference with the reanimation spell, the zombie wasn't as good at processing Konka Rar's verbal instructions.
As far as the formerly late Albert D. Smith, Esq. was concerned, his orders now were simply "Dig".
"Finally."
Konka Rar lifted the lid of the newly-unearthed coffin. The corpse was, fortunately, still intact. At least he wouldn't need to put up with this again. He was still somewhat unnerved by the images and voices he had seen for the last few minutes, but he could put that aside until this matter was dealt with.
"Serve me!" he shouted.
Were Konka Rar capable of tracking the flow of magical energy as he was casting a spell, he would have noticed a small trail of mana being redirected towards the nearby tombstone. Self was still too small to seriously disrupt the spell, but the magical energy proved to be far more filling than its other meals in the recent past.
Rar didn't notice anything unusual as the newly-created zombie stood up.
"Follow me," Rar said, climbing out of the hole. The zombie slowly climbed out, and walked right into Rar's back as he stopped.
"Stop following me, and don't take me so literally next time," Rar muttered. The zombie stood still. Konka Rar handed the shovel to it and pointed to another grave. "Dig that corpse up. Start digging up the rest if I'm not back by the time you finish."
The necromancer walked off; staying here watching a zombie dig up a grave was no more interesting than digging it himself, after all.
As he did, the minion shambled over to the grave its master had indicated. However, due to Self's interference with the reanimation spell, the zombie wasn't as good at processing Konka Rar's verbal instructions.
As far as the formerly late Albert D. Smith, Esq. was concerned, his orders now were simply "Dig".
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