Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3507184-20140617035032/@comment-12012634-20140620162243

The numerous visions and hearings of my Familiar flash through my mind, I can barely make out anything. I will need time to go through these things, time and concentration. I looked up at my Companion passing me with a a smirk upon his face, I see he gained the cruelty he faced in the past but Sol. He has come down, to offer me aid. Odd, very odd indeed. The Coven warned me of this, warned me that taking a familiar with my spiritual sensitivity could be dangerous or lethal. I'll have to monitor my... condition closely, there is the possibility of an untimely end if I let this spiral out of control.

I slowly reach my hand up and push away the elixir, this was no physical pain. A simple mixture of herbs wouldn't help. The pain subsides, and I stand up. I speak to Sol in a quiet voice.

"Thanks upon you Sol, but the Elixir will not cut the stem of this cursing."

I pull myself back onto my horse, and begin searching through my bags for my Libris Mortis. I begin flipping through the leathery pages searching for the object my fatherly master told me to use should I ever believe myself to be in spiritual danger. I had not read the Necromancer Language in some time but it wasn't difficult to pull my studies back to my memory. It took a while but I found it. The ligans ad aninam, this would aid me. Yes, this would help me greatly. I quickly memorize the formula for making such a device, and close my Libris Mortis before stashing it away back into it's bag. I begin to think about my Familiar, and begin sorting through the visions to see what exactly happened to my Familiar.

Three, Libris Mor

Two, Gemna Dunkaba

One, Destilliertes inmortiol factus tot subende