Post by Malachy on Aug 17, 2009 0:12:32 GMT -5
The place was dark and humid, it smelled of wet stone, mold and stagnant, dirty water. The place held no such fear for him as it did may other people nor did it mean certain death like it had for the few corpses he sensed in the darkness. No to him this would be his home until the balance of the world of the magical and mundane was fixed.
He reached out ti one of the corpses with his mind and lifted his hands as if the call forth the souls of the earth. He could fee; the fabric of the veil lifting. He warped what was beyond the veil around the dead body and suddenly it began to move. It stood up as if it where alive, Malachy could feel the tendril of his mind contoling the corpse as well.
He did the same to three other bodies. They would guard the room he was in from intruders. He felt no need to make a fire so he felt his way around as his eyes finally adjusted. and left the room confident that no one would disturb his room, and he walked deeper into the darkness.
He reached out ti one of the corpses with his mind and lifted his hands as if the call forth the souls of the earth. He could fee; the fabric of the veil lifting. He warped what was beyond the veil around the dead body and suddenly it began to move. It stood up as if it where alive, Malachy could feel the tendril of his mind contoling the corpse as well.
He did the same to three other bodies. They would guard the room he was in from intruders. He felt no need to make a fire so he felt his way around as his eyes finally adjusted. and left the room confident that no one would disturb his room, and he walked deeper into the darkness.