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NOTE: As of 12/2016, Rey has adopted the alias "Fiona Stransky" when working with the Guard. Something to keep in mind, as Rey maintains a low profile with her involvement in the group. Other than what is mentioned in the Guard records, there is no trace of a "Fiona" identified on the network.
They are powerful undead, the sort that have a vague sense of who they used to be, but can no longer remember themselves. They are embroiled in bitterness so great that they lash out upon the living, using the abilities they had in life as a weapon of their own torment.
[He collects one of his journals from the chest, flipping through the pages until he comes across a drawing of an emaciated figure, its fingers and limbs writhing, face contorted in a perpetual howl. Its eyes glow vibrantly with an unnatural light against its ruined frame, barely illuminating its twisted visage.]
Depending upon the body from which it is created, they can be tremendous warriors... or even magicians of utter desecration. Surely only a the most powerful of necromancers could raise such a being. That is what I've always been told. That's what everyone is told.
What does this have to do with you? Don't think we have any sort of "necromancers" here, if you're worried about being brought back by one. [The way she says the word, it just sounds unnatural coming from her voice. Ugh.]
[He gives her the flat look of NECROMANCERS ARE VERY REAL THREATS, REY. It's a very particular look.]
The truth of the matter is that they aren't created by necromancers. It- it makes perfect sense now- now that I know. Why would a fiendish wizard need to drag the remnants of an individual's soul back into their body when there are already mortal frames who have nothing left but the lingering traces of their very being? The Domu does not come to claim them, and so they languish. And then they fester. And then they rise on their own.
[Necromancers, shmecromancers. Unless they become a problem here, Rey doesn't have much reason to fret over them being in her world. People make use of the dead there without the need for magic. Thus, she just shrugs, her dismissive gesture very particular and "Rey-like" as well.]
Perfect sense. Right. [If we're going by magical logic, it probably does. Rey would think of it more along the lines of cellular reanimation, which is a real threat where she's from. Souls are too abstract for her to want to think about much, given the personal implications she's having to process lately.]
So when the body dies, what remains of the "soul" is stuck to it, is what you're saying. Wouldn't cremation solve that?
[And Rey is very effective at the cremating part, no furnace cost required.]
Yes. That's why Revenants are so rare. They are an anomaly, one we don't see often because we burn the bodies of the twice-cursed.
[Which he is. His eyes flick to her as he wonders if she'll take that implication seriously. He knows what's coming for him, and given what he can do -- what he could do if he became a vengeful, malicious, magic-using undead -- it's not pretty.]
[Eloquence might not be her forte, but he admires her for her pragmatism.]
Please.
[He wrings his hands together.]
An undead who can compel others, with no worries of the effects on their frame, no quandaries or compassion to bind them... I cannot let that happen.
[The way his double compelled Shadow to protect him might have been a glimpse into the future. How many in Hadriel are immune to his abilities? And how many are vulnerable? How many friends would be forced to fight one another as his Revenant shielded himself with their bodies and powers?
Wh-- Seriously? You want that? There's really no other option?
[You'd think he would try harder to fight for his soul, or at least Rey would assume so. She also can't say that she blames him for wanting to have a backup plan, in case the worst does happen.
[As this thought quickly runs through her mind, she sighs and shakes her head.] Will do it. Only if it has to be done. Not like you can use your mind tricks me, anyway.
[Hopefully that applies to Carlisle's case whether he's dead or alive.]
[He sighs, somewhat... relieved, as painful as it is to admit.]
Thank you, Miss Rey. I—
[He laughs, the sad laughter of a man who has utterly accepted his fate for the time being.]
I wanted to leave behind a legacy worthy of my name. I understand now that that is impossible, here or in Bear Den. I know nothing short of necromancy that could help me with this, and even then... I cannot say it would be a worthy endeavor, nor one that would do anything but delay the inevitable.
[His voice drops; it is hardly a whisper.]
What did I do to deserve this? What did my family do? If I had died so long ago, when I was cursed with this wound, their legacy would be intact well beyond my death. Instead...
[He trails off. He shouldn't talk like that; he's well aware of those who would never allow it. Rey herself is usually one of those. However, he can't help but wonder how much better he might be if he'd picked a different pursuit in his life -- if he'd wanted something other than to continue his family's legacy with pride. Perhaps if he had, the disappointment he finds with himself would be far less oppressive.]
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[He collects one of his journals from the chest, flipping through the pages until he comes across a drawing of an emaciated figure, its fingers and limbs writhing, face contorted in a perpetual howl. Its eyes glow vibrantly with an unnatural light against its ruined frame, barely illuminating its twisted visage.]
Depending upon the body from which it is created, they can be tremendous warriors... or even magicians of utter desecration. Surely only a the most powerful of necromancers could raise such a being. That is what I've always been told. That's what everyone is told.
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What does this have to do with you? Don't think we have any sort of "necromancers" here, if you're worried about being brought back by one. [The way she says the word, it just sounds unnatural coming from her voice. Ugh.]
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The truth of the matter is that they aren't created by necromancers. It- it makes perfect sense now- now that I know. Why would a fiendish wizard need to drag the remnants of an individual's soul back into their body when there are already mortal frames who have nothing left but the lingering traces of their very being? The Domu does not come to claim them, and so they languish. And then they fester. And then they rise on their own.
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Perfect sense. Right. [If we're going by magical logic, it probably does. Rey would think of it more along the lines of cellular reanimation, which is a real threat where she's from. Souls are too abstract for her to want to think about much, given the personal implications she's having to process lately.]
So when the body dies, what remains of the "soul" is stuck to it, is what you're saying. Wouldn't cremation solve that?
[And Rey is very effective at the cremating part, no furnace cost required.]
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[Which he is. His eyes flick to her as he wonders if she'll take that implication seriously. He knows what's coming for him, and given what he can do -- what he could do if he became a vengeful, malicious, magic-using undead -- it's not pretty.]
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So, what? You want me to smoke your body if you kick it so you don't become one of those things?
[What an eloquent way of putting it, Rey.]
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Please.
[He wrings his hands together.]
An undead who can compel others, with no worries of the effects on their frame, no quandaries or compassion to bind them... I cannot let that happen.
[The way his double compelled Shadow to protect him might have been a glimpse into the future. How many in Hadriel are immune to his abilities? And how many are vulnerable? How many friends would be forced to fight one another as his Revenant shielded himself with their bodies and powers?
And worst of all, would Glacius be one of them?]
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[You'd think he would try harder to fight for his soul, or at least Rey would assume so. She also can't say that she blames him for wanting to have a backup plan, in case the worst does happen.
[As this thought quickly runs through her mind, she sighs and shakes her head.] Will do it. Only if it has to be done. Not like you can use your mind tricks me, anyway.
[Hopefully that applies to Carlisle's case whether he's dead or alive.]
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Thank you, Miss Rey. I—
[He laughs, the sad laughter of a man who has utterly accepted his fate for the time being.]
I wanted to leave behind a legacy worthy of my name. I understand now that that is impossible, here or in Bear Den. I know nothing short of necromancy that could help me with this, and even then... I cannot say it would be a worthy endeavor, nor one that would do anything but delay the inevitable.
[His voice drops; it is hardly a whisper.]
What did I do to deserve this? What did my family do? If I had died so long ago, when I was cursed with this wound, their legacy would be intact well beyond my death. Instead...
[He trails off. He shouldn't talk like that; he's well aware of those who would never allow it. Rey herself is usually one of those. However, he can't help but wonder how much better he might be if he'd picked a different pursuit in his life -- if he'd wanted something other than to continue his family's legacy with pride. Perhaps if he had, the disappointment he finds with himself would be far less oppressive.]