Interview with Aesculpius (Paul Cutley, patient no. 66) on the experimental summons, Innu: A Countersink AU

Interview with Aesculpius (Paul Cutley, patient no. 66) on the Experimental Summons, Innu Aesculpius was given parol for a day in order to sit down with the guest, Innu, for an hour. This experiment was conducted both to learn about Innu, and to learn more about the mental state and dependability of our patients, as... Continue Reading →

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Deceived: A Necromantic Scene

“Look at me, human,” said the spirit. Innu obeyed and looked up; it was always best to do so with nature spirits unless you had a very important reason not to. His eyes met the hollow darkness of the snake’s. It flicked its tongue once again. “You have a darkness in you,” said the snake.... Continue Reading →

The Tavern in Pulethal: A Necromantic Scene

“Well then, I leave the boy in your capable hands, dear Aeth,” said Innu bowing. Cyril’s jaw dropped. “But Innu, I—“ “Toodeloo,” Innu said, waving. He hurried outside before the prince had a chance to object further. No wonder he’s worried. You left him with a rot Ponticusan! “Watch what you say, good spirit,” Innu... Continue Reading →

Mish Alone: A Necromantic Scene

Mish’s experience of the world had been reduced to darkness, rustling, and pain: so much pain that he couldn’t even tell where it came from anymore. He had been upset about the warlock burn on his stomach before, but that seemed ridiculous now. He couldn’t even locate that pain underneath the spreading new pain. This... Continue Reading →

Phren Takes a Body: A Necromantic Scene

She was gone: both of them. Claudia was strong, but Garnet was stronger, and in the end, Garnet had won. Wearing the princess’s body like a cloak, Garnet left, leaving Phren tangled in the ensnarement circle she had drawn: hastily, but it still worked. Phren was furious with himself. It wasn’t like he was buried... Continue Reading →

The Hanging City: A Necromantic Scene

“What are you sneezing for?” Cyril sniffed but his nose was too stuffed up for it to do any good. “I’m sick,” he said, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “Can’t you tell?” “No, don’t do that.” Innu grabbed his arm but it was too late. “Now you have sick all over your arm and... Continue Reading →

The Rage: A Necromantic Scene

A spark of light and heat. It took a full 20 seconds for Cyril to process that the light and heat had come from his own fingers. His fingers were in flames. In a panic Cyril patted them against his clothes. At first, Cyril was afraid they wouldn’t extinguish, but they did, eventually. The shelf... Continue Reading →

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