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#1Saren 

Haunting the Haunted (DRank) Empty Mon Nov 25, 2024 4:26 pm

Saren
The darkened sky loomed over Oakland Church, casting its silhouette in eerie relief against the horizon. Saren descended the cracked stone steps into the catacombs below. The musty atmosphere growing colder with each step. His sapphire eye glowed faintly as he surveyed the labyrinthine expanse. His presence unsettling the whispers of spirits lingering in the shadows. The task was straightforward, remove the phantoms, collect the reward. But Saren’s methods were never without flair nor consequence.

A shiver of ethereal energy rippled through the corridor as a ghostly figure emerged. Its hollow eyes bore a pleading expression, its translucent form trembling. “Please..." it rasped. “Return my daughter’s locket... I beg you... Help me find peace.”

Saren stopped, his gaze narrow and unyielding. “Peace?” His voice was a chilling contrast to the spirit’s desperation. “I offer none.”

Raising a gloved hand, a tendril of Bane Magic wove through the ghost’s incorporeal essence. The magic seeping into what was left of the specter’s mind. Tampering with the memories and emotions that bound it to the mortal plane. The ghost’s expression contorted as flashes of its life and regrets overwhelmed it. The phantom clutching what would be its head, shrieking in an anguish that reverberated through the chamber. “Your attachment is your weakness. Let me show you the weight of it.”

[ WC - 217/500 ]

#2Saren 

Haunting the Haunted (DRank) Empty Mon Nov 25, 2024 4:36 pm

Saren
The specter dissolved into mist, unable to endure the assault on its thoughts. Its fleeing essence left a lingering echo of despair. Around him the air grew charged with a volatile energy as other spirits began to stir, agitated by the disturbance. Saren’s smirk deepened. Perfect.

More and more phantoms continued to emerge from there. Their forms wavering with a mix of anger and sorrow. Some remained at a cautious distance, while others surged forward with ghastly fury. With a trace of fear of his own. Saren stepped into their midst, his presence a calculated taunt. “I see you, clinging to regret, to fear. Let me liberate you.”

More tendrils expanded outward, each one targeting a spirit. The apparitions wailing as his magic delved deep into their psyches. Dragging forth the darkest recesses of their existence. Guilt, anguish, and longing surfaced like tidal waves. Crushing the spirits beneath the weight of their own memories. Many dissipated outright, fleeing in terror from the unrelenting invasion of his attacks.

But as Saren pressed further, the activity in the catacombs grew increasingly frenzied. More spirits materialized, no longer cowed but enraged. Their howls reverberated through the corridors and shaking the very stones that held them together. The shadows deepened, twisting unnaturally as more lunged at him with renewed ferocity.

[ WC - 433/500 ]



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#3Saren 

Haunting the Haunted (DRank) Empty Mon Nov 25, 2024 4:39 pm

Saren
An all imposing beast emerged, taller and more commanding than the rest. Its voice boomed, distorted and garbled. “You dare desecrate this place? You will suffer!”

Saren tilted his head, amusement slithering across his features. “Will I?” Extending both hands, his magic lashing out in excess. The overseer spirit froze mid-charge as its own memories rose to consume it. Loss, failure, betrayal. Saren’s voice cut through its anguish. “You are nothing but a collection of regrets, a prisoner of your own mind.”

The spirit howled, its form unraveling, but its destruction did not abate the rising chaos. The catacombs erupted with explosive energy. The collective rage manifesting in violent, coordinated attacks. The walls trembled, unusual winds howling through the tight hallways. The vampire's mind already at work as he considered carefully his next move. Victory here would quickly turn to folly if he lingered.

With a final pulse of his own powers to hold the onslaught at bay. Saren darted toward the same way he had arrived, his steps precise yet urgent. Assailants clawing at him from behind as they gave chase. Their keening cries threatening to deafen as he narrowly escaped the catacombs.

Emerging into the dim light above once more. He brushed the dust from his dark cloak, expression appearing collected despite the ordeal. The church’s problems were far from over but they were no longer his concern. His reward awaited.

[ WC - 666/500 - Quest Complete ]



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