In a universe where rebirth is as unavoidable as death, to be ripped away from the circle of life and forced to live in limbo is a fate that no soul would wish ever to befall itself. Yet, that is the story of Raxyas. His is one of the many souls con...
Za: You have much to explain. You know my people will not settle for allowing your soul to remain in our plane without proof that you are, in fact, innocent. I cannot even assess the hit our reputation may have taken outside our walls, Raxyas. So, tell me, what happened?
Za had brought Raxyas to his chambers. Usually, masters have several adjacent rooms to their cathedrals. These may be armories, research labs, libraries, personal chambers, and more. Which rooms to build is a decision made by the master, and who should have access to each of them is also their choice.
Raxyas: Your majesty, I'm afraid you seek answers I do not have. The moment I damned the last member of the Thirteen, I heard that voice, chanting to me. I had figured my duty complete. And thus, I hesitated not, and drank the elixir you gave me. The curse had lifted, shortly after.
Za: And what of the bottle of the elixir?
Raxyas hands an empty bottle to the master.
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Za: So this is how you lifted it indeed... Then that confirms it, I had suspected you had used some sort forbidden knowledge to bypass it. Have you any idea in regards to how such a concoction works?
Raxyas: Frankly, I do not. I suspect it falls outside of the spectrum of knowledge that is to be shared with redeemers... Something known only by masters such as yourself.
Za laughed for a moment, and began to explain.
Za: Not even all masters would know of this... It was a relatively recent discovery made by a good friend of the kingdom, master Qu. That elixir is actually directly linked to your soul. A unique concoction. If drunk by any other undead, it would result in extreme agony, as their insides would burn viciously, until the liquid dissolved as much bone and tissue as it could. After that, it would materialize itself within the bottle once more, ready to be drunk again.
Raxyas: I understand... And if I was to drink it without fulfilling my mission...?
Za: Well, extreme agony. The outcome would be the exact same as the one I just described. The only way to truly consume the liquid, would be if the undead whose soul is bound to the elixir drank it while fully convinced that their task had been successfully completed. This is an ingenious solution, since us undead cannot fall prey to hallucinations, or be hypnotized in some fashion by any sort of magic. We have these eyes of ours to thank for that...
Za points at one of his eyes. They were deep red-colored. His pupils were shaped like the greek letter omega, capitalized.
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