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[Bailos]

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Several hours of work had been lost....the interruptions had been constant.....Up above his head, roughly every 3 hours many footsteps were heard in the halls above him. He -was- living in an abandoned building.....he knew it was probably only a matter of time before the former owners, or some curious squatters decided to encroach on his territory.

He tolerated the incursions at first....hoping they would pass, but still, the talking and the pacing and noise rattled his concentration. The two days had been spent.......the body was now fully prepared. The man's chest lay cracked and split open on the table, his limbs outstretched with a small incision running the length of his left underarm, from armpit to elbow where something metal had been grafted on. The body's open rib cage revealed a clockwork mechanism, complete with siphons and tubing, surrounding and encasing a plague beast core, where the lungs and heart normally would be.

Sitting up from his work bench, he favors his back with his right hand while still holding a chisel in his left. Sighing, he feels relieved that he no longer has to hear those damnable footsteps above him....He had "dealt" with that earlier in the day and just now a few drops of blood seeped down through the cracks in the ceiling, falling harmlessly infront of him.

Still massaging his back, he hobbles over to the table, standing at the side of the body. Examing the augmentations he had made, and then having nodded with approval, he reached for one of the original opened crates from "his shopping list" and begins to pull out jars of blood derived from a blood elemental. Resting them on the table along the sides of the now decomposing corpse, he wiped a few droplets of sweat from his brow, then continued.

First he opened a small door on the machine surrounding the plague beast core, then reached for the first container of blood. Slowly, ever so carefully, he bagan to pour the blood down through the hatch and it flowed outward through the tubing....a new life's blood for the abomination. The final drops pour from the last container and, softly, Bailos closed and magically sealed the makeshift heart and closed the ribs down over the cavity.

Having no expertise in sewing whatsoever, he merely wrapped a few leather straps around the torso and crudely stitched them up, to prevent the cavity from any unplanned jostling. Going back to the table, he picked up the armor which he had so masterfully etched the ancient runic symbols to. Slowly he clothed the body, first the wool shirt he found the man wearing when he was killed, then layed over by the specially crafted armor. Taking special care to fit the suit on -just right-, he admired his handywork, then set the cadaver in a resting position.

Taking a step back, he kneeled down perpendicular to the table and gathered himself. His decades of training his meditational abilities quickly allowed him to sort out his mind, and focus solely on the task at hand. The body was ready.....the parts assembeled....the circumstances right.

A soft chanting, almost as if he was talking to himself, grew deep in Bailos' throat.....slowly grumbling it out, his tone stepped up to a barely audible, albeit somewhat raspy, whisper. His eyes focused on his 'work', he subconciously extended his arms out and up as he began to draw on power deep within himself....

Slowly a draft built in the room, seemingly coming from every direction at once, blowing out the candles and leaving but one lone lantern five feet behind him as the sole source of light in the basement. The draft carried up to the ceiling and his robes flapped heavily as his words bent the ether to his will. Emerging from the ground like a zombie pulls itself from the grave, a ghostly spirit or perhaps something more demonic floated up, riding the currents. All at once soft whispers in the language of the dead filled the room from all around him....the spirits were interested in this making, most definitly. One by one, more of this "wraiths" filled the room, pulling themselves from the earth and swirling about the lab.

Just as suddenly as the wind had started, it quit alltogether, and slowly....from nothingness to a most dominant noise, a heartbeat could be heard, above the whispering of spirits.

Looking up to see the creation in progress, Bailos' brow furrowed as he thought to himself, "why is this taking so long? It should be up by now"

Focusing again on the chant, he realigned his thoughts. The spirits had now formed several circular paths all around the room, swirling through and around him, underneath the table and in every corner, except for one. This spirit was particularily large, and also was the first one that had seeped up from whatever hell it was in. It hovered over the corpse, looking down at and it outstreched one of it's ghouly, vaporous tendrils to touch the corpse, sticking it's hand into the chest. Bailos, seeing this, thought "YES! Just stick your hand right in there!".

The spirits, feeling the strong magic inside the chest cavity of the abomination, reached it's etheral claw deep inside, to clutch the curious machine embued with Bailos' energy....It was at this instant that an eerie blue light emitted from the corpse, and the spirit tried to pull away. It's arm, now stuck in the chest of the body, caused the spirit to panic and begin to struggle, trying to pull away. The other spirits, seeing this, one by one began to leave, until only Bailos, the body, and the now 'kidnapped' being remained.

With one terrible blast of light, the spirit violently sank into the chest of the creation, sucked and trapped into the unholy combination of machine, magic, and nature. This was the key, a strong and malevolent soul, capable of huge spikes of spiritual energy, now powered his creation.

As the light ray of light subsided from the corpse, Bailos' chanting ceased, and the room was once again quiet........

A grin slipped accross Bailos' face, and his arms still remained outstretched, when suddenly, something could be heard from the table.....Blood....the sound of the body now working, the internal machination was now bringing the virulent, firey, elemental's blood to the far reaches of the long dead miner's shell!

As soon as he heard the noise, Bailos' jaw fell down, and just as suddenly he broke out in a terribly loud and evil, but at the same time joyous, cackle. Louder and louder it grew, malevolent and terrifying, he laughed at his triumph over whatever god governed life and whatever else he fealt like laughing at at the time..He had done it!

In the midst of his maniacal outburst....The corpse twitched.......slowly it craned one arm upward, then dropped it suddenly....after a few more seconds, it began to pull itself up, and the -thing- rose.....Bailos' gift to the world now lived.

[Nephi]

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Taking a break from cutting and carving the granite for his new home in the northern crags, Nephi sat down on one of the monstous blocks he carved and ate his lunch. Once his heart was at a normal pace from working so hard, he gazed through the land with awe. He could clearly see Luna's walls and the homes surrounding it. He squinted and looked over the Divide of the Abyss and scanned the little dot which was Umbra. He smiled at the sight of Poets Garden, noticing a few people there, early in the day the get drunk. He was about to get back to work when he got a little curious and looked down upon Azeroths ruined keep.

He frowned upon it from the bad memories he had once had there. It all came back to him, but he shrugged it off and went back to his work.