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What Lies Beneath [NQ | Ezekiel]

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What Lies Beneath [NQ | Ezekiel] Empty on Sat Oct 03, 2020 5:06 pm

A few days ago, Odin had arrived in Oak City, finally returning to place he knew best as home due to the existence of the newly refurbished Swineherd Pub: a place for meeting, carousing and general debauchery. It was also home to Odin's shrine to his Goddess, the being known only as HER. The only other immortal being Odin had ever encountered, even if he had never physically interacted with her, and one who's resurgence in the world was the Lich's sole goal in his unending life. That goal had become even more prevalent due to the recent excursion into Sieghart Mountains, although it had been nothing close to leisurely. At the end, when the goal of the entire journey deep into a dragon's lair was within his grasp, Odin had to experience something he had not expected. Within an instant, he had lived one hundred years, his entire being's timeline having been accelerated to an unfathomable degree within a moment to the outside world. In that instant, Odin had aged more than one hundred years, and he had felt the emptiness and loneliness of an existence without HER. That could not come to pass, and so it was time to become strong enough, and feared enough, to truly enact his grand plan.

He had not returned to Oak City alone, however. He had journeyed with a young, relatively speaking, elven man albeit the man had been bound and made unable to speak, if he had even been conscious. Testing the abilities of the other races of Earthland: their emotional strength and their tolerance towards certain stimuli when compared to humans, perhaps that knowledge could give Odin an insight into how powerful SHE was. Perhaps SHE would give him a vision if he summoned HER through the pain and torment of another. To that end, Odin had done much to break the young elf, letting him out of his cage underneath the pub simply to remember the outside world. He was magically trapped, unable to leave Oak City without experience unimaginable pain, and he was tortured late into the evenings. Not every evening, as Odin found it fun to keep the man guessing whether it would be tonight or another. It brought another layer to his suffering, and that brought more joy to the sadistic Lich.

However, Odin had gotten bored of torturing his little 'project' by himself, so today he decided to do something new. He had heard rumours of ghosts, ghouls and undead living beneath Oak City, deep in the catacombs beneath the church. There was a handsome reward out there for anyone who could 'help these beings find peace' however Odin had no such plans. He was going to bring the little elf down into the catacombs, kicking and screaming if he had to, and see how he fared when dealing with the deceased. Who knows, maybe he'd see his recently killed pet, the one that Odin himself had turned to dust. Now wouldn't that be funny. The Lich waited, gauntlet on hand, shield strapped to his back and cloaked in his magical outfit, just outside the church. News of his arrival had already spread, and it was just time for Odin to wait on Ezekiel's arrival. He was sure the man would, if for no other reason than he was being allowed a brief reprieve from the usual activities of the day. After all, the wood elf knew that, if he didn't arrived, he would be severely punished, and even Odin wasn't yet sure what he would do to him, only that it would be horrific.



What Lies Beneath [NQ | Ezekiel] Empty on Wed Oct 14, 2020 3:04 pm


A normal person could only endure so much pain and torture until they finally cracked and became an entirely different person, but Ezekiel wasn't just any normal person. Ezekiel was an elf- a noble one at that. Though he endured days- weeks even of brutalization from both the Lich and his henchmen, he was not yet broken. The countless scars on his body would wither away before the next rising sun because he was able to heal. Admittedly, that was probably what made torturing him so fun. The fact that he could feel pain but his body would not die undoubtedly fueled the sadists that worked under Odin. Still, Ezekiel had not been able to get enough rest thus in one way or another, this seemingly endless torture was taking a toll on him. The time he spent locked up beneath the bar gave him perspective on life. As a boy who was cuddled and protected from the harsh realities of the world, his current situation was a wake-up call. Odin had successfully awakened darkness in the elf that even he didn't know existed. Ezekiel was at least thankful for that. There was no light without darkness. Perhaps this was all going according to plan.

Oak was a beautiful city. Despite Odin having eyes on him at all times, he was actually able to spend a significant amount of time appreciating the culture here. One would think that he could just up and leave but Odin had placed powerful magic upon him that restricted him from leaving. Ezekiel still didn't know the meaning of all this. One thing was for sure though; Ezekiel needed to play the game. Now was the time for him to play this game of chess. Now it was time for him t prove his worth. Right now Ezekiel was moving through the city of Oak. Of course two of Odin's followers were escorting him. "Where are we going?" He asked warmly. "Our lord has summoned you. Just walk." one of the henchmen said. Zeke glanced down at his wrists, each of them baring a brace that limited him from using too much of his magic. "Tell me... why do you follow Odin?" He asked. "Is it money? Or perhaps your lust for blood and destruction? I am curious... has he promised you something that you cannot obtain on your own?"

"He is the one. That is all." The other man said. Ezekiel nodded. "I see. You merely believe in whatever his mission is." Ezekiel smiled. "Fair enough. It is a shame though, that such devotion will not be enough to keep you alive." Ezekiel snickered. "..." "You are but pawns, you fools. One day he will discard you both like the trash you are, that is if I do not do it first." "Shut up." Ezekiel hummed.

Within moments of walking under the stars, the three of them were approaching the cathedral of Oak. Zeke had come here a couple of times just to cherish the architecture. With Odin standing in front of it, oddly enough it looked even more beautiful. "My lord." Immediately both guards bowed. The Desiertan glanced over at both beings, then up at the Lich. "A church. How romantic." he teased.



What Lies Beneath [NQ | Ezekiel] Empty on Fri Oct 16, 2020 4:54 am

Precisely on time, as they would allow nothing else, two of Odin's followers arrived with Ezekiel as ordered. It was a new feeling for the Lich, having underlings that followed him so fervently, but he was definitely enjoying it while it lasted. In Grimoire Heart, the once human Odin had simply been an underling himself. Important enough to attend the meetings and plans, but not enough to outright speak at them. His position had elevated from the initial during the attacks on Era and Hargeon, and then even more when the then newly undead successfully defeated the light mages in Crocus, during the royal coup, placing Arthurius on the throne of Fiore, but the guild had disbanded shortly after, giving him no time to revel in his newfound authority. His time in Midnight Cult was much the same: following the orders of the Bishops, aiming to become one himself but never quite reaching the level before the cult faded once more into obscurity. Having left Midnight Cult behind, and finding both new and old followers of HER, Odin's position as Wizard Lord had allowed him to found a new cult. Teaching those that sought him out about HER: HER power and HER absolute dominion over Earthland, he had been placed on a pedestal and become a champion of sorts for HER will. Even the Lich didn't understand, as SHE was his only goal and the cares of the lesser humans that followed him meant nothing, but it was always nice to have extra staff at the Swineherd Pub, it made the day to day a lot easier.

It also made escorting a wood elf prisoner across the city a hell of a lot easier, and allowed Odin to think as he waited for them. The bowing of the two guards was definitely an interesting decision, but the Lich simply raised a hand and waved them away, "Thank you for your assistance, you may go." Whether or not they had reservations about leaving Odin alone with Ezekiel, who was without a doubt a fairly strong mage himself, they knew better than to say anything. The elf, on the other hand, was quick to make a witty comment, reminding the Lich almost of Zane, a former elf who was also quick to run his mouth. Walking up to the elf, Odin's gauntleted hand would deliver a hook directly aimed at the man's jaw. Whether it hit or not was really of little importance: it wouldn't kill the elf or even do that much damage whether he dodged it or took it, but there was something of a principle Odin had to uphold. You are my prisoner, I own you. It was better if Ezekiel realised and understood this. Besides he could, and so far had, heal himself of any wound Odin could inflict, so it was really just keeping up appearances.

"At least your spirit hasn't broken yet. It's much more fun that way. Come with me." Odin would turn his back on Ezekiel and enter the church, his cloak blowing in the wind slightly as he spun in place to walk through the great front doors of the building. As much as Odin hated the church of Illumin, they did constantly want to destroy him in fairness, they had some good architectural ideas. The building was empty, evacuated early when the Lich had neared, giving them free reign of the place. Walking through and up to the stairs leading down into the catacombs, the Lich would begin once more, "There have been rumours and legends of ghosts and ghouls lurking deep within the catacombs. Powerful revenants that can destroy the weak should they find themselves lost inside. There are three specific beings we're going to destroy today, brothers from a bygone age." Reaching into his cloak, Odin would pull out a dusty tome, 'Forgotten Truths' and hand it to the elf. "Page thirty four. Might save your life."

And people said Odin was evil.



What Lies Beneath [NQ | Ezekiel] Empty on Sat Oct 17, 2020 12:52 pm


Ezekiel rolled his eyes. The formal bowing, the whole "Lord" thing- it disgusted him really. Odin was the epitome of evil, an unnecessary evil at that. The two henchmen hesitated to leave when their master said so. They glanced over at Ezekiel probably wondering if he would try to use this as an opportunity to escape. It was funny how they thought they'd be able to stop him if he tried to leave. Eventually, the two guards turned and left the premises, leaving Odin and Ezekiel alone in front of the church. Ezekiel thought of a couple of reasons that Lich-bitch would bring him here and they all boiled down to sacrifice. He couldn't imagine the two of them doing anything else than fighting most of the time and he couldn't imagine Odin doing anything else but drinking blood like some sort of demonic animal. The creature of the darkness stepped up to the wood-elf and snuffed him right after he finished speaking. The Desiertan's face turned as saliva flew out of his mouth.

"Ow you fucking-" He growled. Before he could finish his words he took a deep breath. There was no need to get riled up. He was sure anything he said would only make matters worse. Odin was really pressing his luck here. It took everything in Ezekiel to not knock him upside his head as he turned. The nerve he had to turn his back to the wood-elf. Zeke bit his tongue, his time would come. For now, he needed to get to know Odin a little more. The Desiertn trailed behind the Lich, following him into the church and down the stairs into the catacombs. The Lich's cloak dragged down the steps in front of him wiping the stairs clean of any dust or dirt. When they finally reached the bottom, Odin began to explain himself. Finally, it all made sense.

"Oh, I see. You brought me here to help you. I'm honored." Zeke smirked. Then Odin handed him a book before telling him to turn to page thirty-four. Curiously the elf did just that. The pages revealed a number of things. Firstly they revealed the three beings Odin was talking of. They also revealed their birth and death dates, and also their strengths and weaknesses. Oddly enough though, he didn't find any info on who they were exactly. It was as though this book only marked their physicalities and not their personalities or history. Ezekiel flipped through the pages again. He quickly noticed that between each page describing their physicalities, a page was missing after. Suddenly Ezekiel's tone became cold. "Three pages are missing. What're their stories?"



What Lies Beneath [NQ | Ezekiel] Empty on Mon Oct 19, 2020 3:57 am

Well, at least he wasn't stupid. As Ezekiel flipped through the pages of the tome he was given, he noticed that some of the pages were missing, and immediately asked the Lich to explain himself, likely thinking this was some sort of joke and that Odin was about to pull out three more pages from his jacket and hand them over. Unfortunately, it was not that simple, "That's all we've got, the book was missing those pages when I acquired it." Pausing for a moment, more for dramatic effect rather than taking a breath, he continued, "My working theory is that the previous owner of this book attempted to do what we're about to: destroying these undead creatures. Whatever was in those pages was so important that he ripped them out of the book and took them down into the catacombs with him." It was the only explanation Odin could imagine. Perhaps there was some secret to destroying them, some trick that those missing pages had contained. There was no way to know without finding the pages, which was also one of the reason they were going down into the catacombs, Odin leading the way without fear. After all, he had perfect vision in the darkness, something he didn't actually know if Ezekiel possessed. Oh well, that was his problem.

As they reached the bottom of the steps, the initial area of the catacombs was well kept and calm. There were no undead, other than Odin of course, causing havoc or destruction and nothing suggested that three very powerful, deceased battlemages were waiting just beyond. As they journeyed further in, they came to a large, ornate door. It was exactly what Odin had expected. The church itself didn't possess any inherent magical binds, or anything that would prevent undead from escaping out of the catacombs, but this door provided the answer. Beyond that door lay a darker part of the catacombs, likely untouched for centuries -other than whoever had stolen the pages- which would be where all sorts of zombies, ghouls and ghosts would be found. Chuckling lightly as he looked back at Ezekiel, who he presumed would follow the sound of the Lich's steps even if he was blind otherwise, "Tell me, are you scared of the dark?"

Odin would waste no time in pushing the door open, not caring about the elf's answer and instead just curious about what they were about to come up against. Almost instantly he was called to action, his fist colliding with what looked like an old, decrepit corpse, reanimated with dark magic until the punch from Odin removed its head from its body. His shield was still strapped to his back: it wouldn't be required to deal with the small fry. That was reserved for the big boys, once they got that far. First, it seemed like they'd have to fight their way through everyone in Oak's dead grandma, who now wanted to eat the brains of a certain wood elf.



What Lies Beneath [NQ | Ezekiel] Empty on Tue Oct 20, 2020 5:46 pm


"Interesting..." Ezekiel thought. His hand was brought up to his chin as he stared blankly at the pieces of paper stuck between the book where the important pages were ripped out. Perhaps these specific pages had the answer on how to kill the three undead creatures Odin wanted to find. As Odin said, it was only logical that these three pages were an important part of the mission. "Hm. I guess we need to find those pages then. I'll keep an eye out." With a smile, he closed the book and placed it inside his cloak's pocket. "I got your back, don't you worry." He said warmly. He meant it too. Despite the fact that Odin was the very person who had killed his only friend, abducted him, abused him, and now dragged him to what could have been his death- keeping this Lich alive was in his best interest right now. The catacombs were dim with only a few torches to make light. Ezekiel began following his warden until finally, they reached a big, golden door with a black rune at the center. All around the door, there were intricate designs. Many of the designs resembled planets and constellations, while others resembled demon-like creatures. Whatever was behind this door was dangerous. This would prove to be a good moment for Ezekiel to see more of Odin's power. The first time they met he was just a frail-looking boy who had faith in everyone. So much faith that he had allowed Odin to hurt him in the most way imaginable. Even the daily torture didn't compare.

The Lich turned back to Ezekiel, asking him if he was afraid of the dark after chuckling evilly. The Elf raised an eyebrow. "I find darkness to be less brutal and more comforting than light." he simply responded. Then, Odin pushed the large door open. No more than about five steps in, immediately a monster roared towards the Lich. He noticed that in the room the two of them entered had unlit torches along its walls. The door behind the two slammed shut and suddenly it was completely black. Damn, I can't see anything. he thought. One thing he did notice was that the creature that attacked Odin has a faint burgundy aura around it. It made it possible for Ezekiel to see it by itself but nothing else. The Wood-elf frowned slightly. Unlike the Lich-bitch, Ezekiel was a creature of darkness. Odin was naturally blessed with the ability to see through darkness whereas Ezekiel was less formidable in such situations. Odin within a matter of seconds had successfully punched the creatures head off, causing it to fall and lose its glow.

"I never thought I'd say this, but thank the gods for you-" Then suddenly Ezekiel heard a grunt and another creature had been making its way towards him. "Oh shit." he murmured. This creature also had a faint glow, but it was still quite hard to see it well enough. When the creature got close, it swiped its hands across Ezekiel's face, causing its claws to leave a mark. "Okay, ow." he whispered before swing his staff at where the head was, knocking it clean off upon impact. "Nevermind, I take it back." he said aloud, referring to when he thanked the gods for Odin. Quickly he walked to the left side where he had seen a torch and snatched it from its holster. Then he placed it against the stone wall and swiped it with all his strength causing a fire to rise from its head. "Better. Ezekiel sighed, relieved that at least he could see again.  "Let's continue to move." He said with a smile. Despite there being a gash across his face, he remained calm. It would heal on its own soon enough.

The torch had revealed an empty room with only two of those creatures acting as the inhabitants. No tombs, no caskets, just reanimated humans. Ezekiel stepped over the elderly woman he had just freed but noticed that the corpse Odin had dealt with had some Indiana jones kinda gear on. "Hold on." He'd say quickly. "You should check his pockets."



What Lies Beneath [NQ | Ezekiel] Empty on Wed Oct 21, 2020 11:37 am

Being a Lich had many advantages, but Odin had to admit that, at this very moment, being able to see in the dark and not having any internal organs were definitely the top two. Having no brain made it so the zombies didn't really care for him, other than the initial zombie who hadn't realised what he was dealing with. Odin was used to the underestimations of humans -scores of fledgling holy knights had lost their lives 'seeking glory' against the Lich- but it was just insulting for zombies to look at him and ignore his presence. At least it put more focus on Ezekiel, giving the dark mage ample time to inspect his fighting prowess and powers. After all, the only thing Odin knew was that he was a good shot with a bow, and now he had some kind of staff to fight with. When the hell was he left alone long enough to pick up a different weapon? Someone was going to get reprimanded for this, but that was a problem for once they got out of here.

Ezekiel even thanked Odin for being there, up until a zombie struck him across the face and he quickly rescinded his thanks. He now had a quite frankly disgusting gash on his face, but he didn't seem to mind too much. Maybe he'd become numb to simple pain due to what Odin had done, or maybe it was just because he could heal it later. Regardless, he made a good point about the explorer zombie who's head he had removed. Perhaps there was something useful in his pockets. Ignoring the decaying flesh that parted almost as soon as Odin touched it, he pulled out a piece of paper. It seemed old, older than even the dead guy and he had clearly been here for a while. Reading it, Odin's eyes flashed for a second, probably the only indication of happiness he was able to portray as his deep voice echoed throughout the chamber.

"Turns out one of them isn't too far away, but each time we defeat one it will cast us out of this dungeon and we'll have to return for the next. Also apparently we're about to fight the weakest one, so you can go ahead and deal with that yourself." Odin would hand the page to Ezekiel to deposit in the book, completing one of the missing chapters. Venturing further into the catacombs they would find another door, this was starting to feel like some kind of gauntlet they had to run, but the Lich ignored those feelings and kicked the door down. There were no runes or any need for strength, but damn it felt good to do. And there was one of the brothers, a powerful looking undead, surrounded by a couple of well equipped lieutenants.

"I'll fight the extras if you'd like. I would hate for you to get overwhelmed." Despite not being able to show facial expressions, the Lich's voice dripped with sarcasm. The battle wouldn't last too long in the end, with Odin defeating the additional zombies using a mixture of his Greed magic, the detection spells offered by Kazimir's wind magic that he had copied, and Indra's Gauntlet, which made for a powerful right hook. The zombies could not hurt Odin, and yet he could definitely ruin their eternal slumber. After destroying them, which would only take a few minutes, Odin would turn his attention to the brother, who Ezekiel was fighting. Should the man require any assistance, even if he didn't ask for it, Odin would be there, but the Lich wished to see the full extent of the mage's power, as he was allowed to let loose here.

The brother would be destroyed shortly thereafter, and the two men would exit the catacombs and the church. The two guards who had delivered Ezekiel would return to pick him up, and bring him back to where he resided during his stay in Oak. If nothing else, Odin knew that the wood elf was smart, and resourceful. Perhaps he would become a great enemy in the future, who could know.



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What Lies Beneath [NQ | Ezekiel] Empty on Thu Nov 12, 2020 10:30 pm


Just as he suspected, the paper in the mans pocket was the paper that would get them through to the finish line. Odin was strong and seeing as Ezekiel didn't have access to his magic he was half depending on the Lich to get them both out of this alive. That was probably his first mistake; depending on a lich. This entire night was torture really. That's probably why he was here. Even though Ezekiel needed his magic to get through this, the skeleton man refused to release the seals placed upon his arms. It didn't matter much though because Ezekiel had faith that his journey was far from over. He was like a snake in that aspect- not that he would ever betray anyone, but he knew he was well capable of slithering out of harms way if he needed to. Truth be told, this was the first quest he had ever been on for anyone other than himself. The Savannan wondered why Odin wanted to kill these sealed corpses so bad but he had a feeling he'd find out sooner or later. Odin didn't strike Ezekiel as someone who worked for anyone other than himself. The elf glared at the back of Odin's skull, thinking of a million ways he could hurt him if his magic wasn't sealed away. Although he was a prisoner, that wasn't what kept his anger lingering. It was the fact that Odin had murdered his most trusted friend.

That, he could probably never get over. As the two continued on Odin explained what the note had said. The fisrt of their target was apparently relatively close but there was a catch. The catch was that each time they defeated an enemy, the catacombs would cats them out and they would need to do the rest after. That meant that there was probably more work to be done. Ezekiel could only hope that the creature of darkness did not intend on bringing him back again. He would have liked to stay out of this, especially if it meant helping Odin in anyway. Either way he didn't have much of a choice these days. Although he hated to admit it, Odin had eyes everywhere and that meant Ezekiel would have to do everything the Lich asked, whether he liked it or not. Fortunately, he had no problem killing lowly humans if that meant saving himself. He was much more important to the world anyway. Luckily the two would only have to face the weakest link. Ezekiel imagined that Odin would deal with that but it seemed the Lich had other plans. As if he was some sort of slave, Odin said that Zeke could deal with that himself. The paper was given to him and the Elf slowly placed it between the book he had been carrying, following the Lich into what could have been his demise. Ezekiel hated taking orders from anyone, especially since he knew his worth. Too bad there wasn't much he could say about it. "Ooooof course." He'd say sarcastically.

The duo approached the next set of doors. Like the last pair, these doors were sealed with some sort of magic. The wood-elf looked at Odin to see what he would do and of course he solved the problem with brute force. The undead creature kicked the doors down and the two were able to pass them. As Ezekiel walked through he glanced back for a moment, catching another glimpse at some gauntlet that seemed to be attached to the wall beside the doorway. For a brief moment he wondered what would have been different right now if Odin had stuck his hand inside. Perhaps it would set off some sort of booby trap and the two would be fucked. Maybe it simply opened the door. Whatever it was didn't matter now, Ezekiel would never know. As the two entered, a tomb on the other side of the room began to open, and dust flew into the air. Behind the vast amount of dust was the undead brother Odin had mentioned. He was tall and slim, white hair flowing down his back and his eyes beamed with a daunting ruby red color. The tombs around the brother then began to shift open as well and before he knew it, a group of undead minions faced the duo of mages.

"Well I can't say that it won't be challenging without my magic." Ezekiel hissed. Odin either didn't care, or somehow knew that the desiertan elf could handle himself against this undead brother. Either way it shouldn't be too hard to kill him. Ezekiel gripped his staff and glared at the undead brother who seemed to be focused on him already. Perhaps he was biased since Odin was undead himself. Whatever it was didn't matter. Ezekeil began by darting forward, swing his staff downward to hit his enemy on his head. The brother easily dodged before lifting his knee into his stomach, then slapping him with a hand covered in what seemed like darkness magic. "oof." he let out as he stumbled to the side. The undead brother then continued his attack by using the same hand to send a beam of darkness towards Zeke. The elf dodged and then leapt forward again. The two exchanged blows for a while each one of them damaging the other as Odin easily destroyed his opponents. In the end Ezekiel was the victor. He breathed heavily as his opponent lay dead on the floor without his shriveled heart. The elf dropped it, then stepped on it before turning to Odin. Suddenly they were outside of the church again and the two exited back to who knows where. Odin seemed to have a lot on his schedule and perhaps would be dragging Ezekiel around.



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