Post by slithe on Sept 25, 2004 16:30:59 GMT -5
On one brisk morning I decided to observe the city of Freeport from a lookout point on the nearby mountain. I sat down and decided to expirement with a few spell ideas I had concieved. I summoned my faithful Wilting Flesh to be the testing subject for my ideas. My first spell I had invisioned while running through a field of small flowers, seeking a small plant used for pain medicine. I cast this spell, hoping it would somehow strenghthen my pet, but alas, he grew purple flowers on his back. I sniggered at the sight and quickly reversed the spell. The next spell I had found in an old shack. I found this was no good, for after I cast it my pet looked like he was dusty and his bones actually creaked. I felt pity for him so I immediatly reversed this enchantment. The next spell I had accidently stumbled upon while riding through Neriak to see a Teir'Dal friend. My steed's hoof became entangled in a small vine, and I reached down to free him. I became very unstanle when I saw it was not a vine but a peice of the remains of an unsightly corpse! In the corpses hand was a tiny note with a spell written on it, which I promptly took. Being ever slightly jarred, I continued on my journey and had a wonderful time with my friend. I then decided to go to Freeport, where I could sell some of my travel souvineirs. During the ride, I pondered on what made the unfortunate one die. I thought of the spell and wondered if he tried to cast something too powerful for him to manage. As I was about to expand on this idea, I found myself in Freeport, and lost my train of thought. Returning to the most recent part of my tale, I slowly chanted the words on the note, stating them in a claer and calm voice. When I was finished, my pet started to change. I was flabberghasted and started to get uneasy, but was not frightened. My pet transformed into a being that was slightly taller than a human, and alot skinnier due to the Atkins diet, which had really trimmed the fat off of him (and the meat, skin, etc.). He was not exactly pleased with me, and I found this out when he bopped me hard on my forehead. I quickly retailiated to show him who was boss, casting several poison strikes and my faithful DoT. I also used disrupt death, a spell given to Necromancers in order to keep their undead pets in check. All of this battered him yet he came back with his own lifetap and two strikes. I was outraged. I cast a lifetap and my death spell another time, which caused a definitive change in his health. He started to lessen his attck, but I was mad with fury, unleashing my wrath on this pet which had ignored my authority. Two more rounds of lifetaps, desease strikes and disrupt death and he was beaten into submission. He was now mine. Mine. I had complete and utter control over this horrid beast. Soon I would teach him my secrets. Soon he would be witty and know the ways of battle......
