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Ok, so here is the thing that has come to my attention and has been asked of me to talk about. 

It would seem that there is a lot of vampire activity on this site.  I must ask you to stop and look around yourselves.  I am not telling you to leave or even telling you that you can not be a vampire, but this is a HP site and not a Twighlight one.  If you have such a strong desire to r/p as vampires there is a place you can go IF you are up to the challenge, I am accepting vampire characters HOWEVER, only if you are up to the challenge as I do NOT accept one lined posts nor do I accept outer world lines of topic, in other words, my site is not Twighlight either though is heavily based character site. 

If you do wish to join and I do indeed urge you to if you like to WRITE.

http://karadorkeep.proboards.com/

Don't forget to read the RULES before you decide on joining though would ya?

Also please, do come here and r/p as well, just keep it involving HP would ya?

Thank you very much

Huggles
~K~

Kiara sat up at the bar in the bar, her hands cupped around a nice hot cup of cocoa, the whipped topping that had been presented with on the top had already found its way to be eaten up, almost as quickly as it had been set before her. 

She was sitting, thinking, pondering new ideas and as about the old days, the days of her and Max and Ginny, the times when she and Lavender would run about the forest in their wolf forms and play in the forest, playing tricks on others as well the times when her father was alive.. Times dark and fearsome, when even she had turned and nearly wiped out the entire world with her power.  She shook her head and gave a sort of half laugh.

"And to think, I protect it now..." She whispered softly into the still steaming cup of hot chocolaty liquid. "Goddess of the planet they call me."  She actually laughed out loud this time, people paying her no attention, they had gotten used to seeing her about once a year around the place she once ruled, when she was young.

She still looked the same as she had when she was 18, but now she had raised a family and had been to hell and back, literally.  The only difference between her now, and her school self was the white lock that she held on the right side of her head.  She now touched it softly, yet another memory, an angelic encounter.

"Evan..." She stated softly with a sad smile on her lips just before taking a swallow from her hot cocoa.

She was quiet again, returning to her mind once more wondering too, if anyone would approach her this time.

Well hello Hello Hello.. Gawd how I truly do miss this old place.  Hello to those who I still might know and hello to you new that I do not. And Welcome to the HPFF lol, I just HAD to say it! Huggles to you all.

Here is where I can be found, it is brand-spanking New and if you like to write please come and check it out.  Don't forget this place though, It love you and always will.

http://cattimari.proboards.com/index.cgi

Much Huggles and memories
~K~

Hello to you all, Huggles to you all and I am happy to see a few old faces still here.  As well, glad to see new ones.

Welcome all to the HPFF hope you love it here.

Lol, been a while since I said that.

Huggles muchly
~K~

Chapter One



The wind blew a gentle breeze through the trees making their leaves rustle slightly, the only noise heard in the small grove outside 1598 Grove Street. The well-manicured lawn seemed to be made of black grass in the darkness so complete that even the small porch light hanging on the locked door seemed small and insignificant. The small home was silent, and dark, save for one small light near the back, barely visible to the street that past it not 20 feet away.  Its cobalt paint was new; the black trim around the small windows and the dark green curtains that could be seen inside, drawn back so that anyone might see the tiny living area could not be distinguished in this total darkness.

There was a movement inside, someone passing the opening to the tiny living area and moving toward the only light on in the house.  Kiara walked into the room and sat herself down in front of a large book, it's pages yellowed with age and she laid her coffee cup on the table to the right with a gentle clunk on the wooden surface.  The room was rather small but perhaps larger than the living area as she spent more time here than any place else in her home.  The walls were lined with books, none of them dusty or unused, all looking worn, their leather covers, on most, cracked so that one could tell they have been opened many times, some of them so old that not even she knew what the covers were made of, and with some, she didn't want to know. She turned a page in the large tomb, careful not to break it's aging paper and reached to her right and took up her coffee and began to read.

This particular book had been acquired with help from Hermione, her brother's wife and long time friend to Kiara.  It was a book on the souls of the dead a most dark book and dangerous for any who did not hold power enough to keep themselves from sub coming to its darkness. 

There was a sound outside, a scraping as if something was scratching at her front door and she looked to her left and tilted her head.  She wasn't concerned, nothing could get through that door unless she willed them to but that didn't make her any less curious about the noise.  She stood up after placing a velvety ribbon inside the pages of her book and closing it.  Then she stepped out into the dark hallway and into her tiny living area, her feet making no noise on the plush green carpet as she moved to the door.  She paused and listened, there it was, that scratching again, she had no idea what it could be but she wasn't stupid enough to open the door so, she walked to the side window and looked out.  There was nothing there.  She waited a bit longer to hear it again, but nothing came.  With a heavy sigh, she moved back to her reading room and opened her book back up again.

Kiara Maul
Age – 25
Race – Human Immortal
Keeper of the planet and Daughter of the famous Dark Wizard known to man.
Status – Single one known relative, still living.(Twin brother- Harry Potter)

Harry Potter
Age – 25
Race – Human Immortal
Thought to have killed his father 8 years ago Currently head of the Department of Aurors
Status – Married, 2 kids one known relative, Kiara Maul(Twin)

Ginny Weasely –
Age – 24
Race – Human - Witch
Keeper of the Forests friend to all animals
Status – Single, all relatives still living

Hermione Potter
Age – 25
Race – Human – Witch
Keeper of records and Famous Historian
Status – Married, 2 kids – Muggle Parents still living

Draco Malfoy
Age – 25
Race – Human – Wizzard
Thought to have been destroyed, whereabouts Unknown, Dark Wizard

Tom Riddle
AKA – Lord Voldemort
Race – Shadow Demon
Killed by his own son, now loosed on the earth once more, reprieved by the Devil himself

Even
Race – Fallen Angel
Son of the Devil secretly in love with Kiara
Status – Currently enslaved by his father


What's this, what could possibly be going on?  No, not a story in the making! Unthinkable....

Due to be released as soon as I get the chance to write enough to keep ahead of the game.. I introduce you to the main characters....

OK if you go to your profile and look to your left, you will find links that bring you to your stats... OK, what I want is the day you posted your firt and what it was along with the date.. I just curious.

Here is mine lol

January 4, 2003, 05:31:13 AM

Slytherin...Draco is such a cutie :)

Saw the midnight showing of the new movie, was great.. I loved it, well, not so great when compared to teh book of course, but it was, nonethe less, a good flick.

Huggles
~K~

Kiara looks about the place, sits down on a chair and begins to read a book.  The entire house is at lunch and she had decided that this was the perfect place to sit quietly and study, even if she wasn't supposed to be in this common room, it made no difference to her, she liked it, it was comfy.

http://s120.photobucket.com/albums/o188/ennet/?action=view&current=mixture_0001.flv

(This takes place a few hours before the 'Arrogant cuz I got reason thread.  It is intended for Draco only.  Others can join after We get teh first posts up, I will let you know)


"NO!"  Her voice began to echo through the forest but was caught swiftly in the palm of his hand to be silenced as soon as it had come out.  "I won't do it..." She growled between clenched teeth, tears running down her cheeks as she glared at her father through now blurred vision.  "You can't make me.... I will do anything else just... I can't hurt Draco, he's not done anything wrong."  She near pleaded.

"You won't be hurting him Kiara, you'll be bringing him to me." came the snake-like reply.

"What is the difference, you'll change him..." She sobbed as tears still ran down her cheeks.  "He's not as strong as me.. please father I..."  She pleaded again though her plea was cut short as she fell to the forest floor in a heap, refusing or unable to scram out as the Cruciatus curse coursed through her body.

"I WILL NOT have my daughter pleading for anyone's life, be it changing or otherwise..." He growled "Do I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!"  He gave one last push and let her free again.

Kiara shakily and stubbornly forced herself on to one knee, hanging her head down, breathing harshly and then looked up at her father from between her now dirtied raven locks.  "I won't do it."  She growled between clenched teeth, her voice week but furious, her emerald orbs fluctuating between hellish fire and a deep blackness both of which consumed the whole of her eyes, leaving no white to be seen.

"You will do it Kiara, or I will kill him."  He replied to her in such a calm voice, she would know it to be truth.

"I hate you."  Kiara said and Voldem0rt laughed.  "Very well...Father."  She hissed the word.  "I will bring him before you, but I will not allow you to change who he is."  She vowed.

"Very well Kiara, just bring him on your next visit. Now go clean yourself and return to your own world. And don't forget what I said."  He replied and was gone.

Kiara crawled tot eh nearest tree and sat there for several long hours before she finally found the strength to make it to her feet once more.  It was another hour before she willed herself 'clean, though the marks of his afore beating remained on her body nothing would outwardly show.

She moved through the forest now and then stepped onto the Hogwarts grounds just before twilight would consume the grounds.  The wind blew a light breeze across her tired face and she hoped like hell, she wouldn't run into Draco and his mouth right at this point as she walked slowly towards the castle.

When she opened her eyes form the blink she had started in the Ministry, she was now standing on the main road that ran through Hogsmead still holding his hand and though she was glad to be rid if the seclusion of her office and the sounds of the ones who's just recently frustrated her, she still did not smile.

"Thank you Max."  She said quietly.  "But I doubt they will ever truly trust me."  She finished and then started walking along the road.

These are what I been up to a lot lately lol  enjoy and to see, simply go to youtube.com and type in kiaramaul... :)

Huggles
~K~

(A continuation of the other Rp with the necromancer and the Unchained, Cella.. she seeks answers to her questions and she knows he has them.. hope you enjoy and once more, themale part s written by my RL bf, Cella is me)

A small figure walked the line just on the outside of the graveyard, the day was over, she had spent her hours at t he hospital during the daylight hours, helping Faust with various duties, caring for the ill or injured, it had been a rather slow day, thankfully. She pulled her cloak now about her small form, her lavender eyes peering out over the many graves before she came to the gates.

She reached out a slender hand and pushed them open, the wrought-iron gate not creaking under the use, as it was always so cared for by the groundskeeper, it never was given the chance to rust as so many of these pieces do in so many other graveyards. She stepped forward, the cloak about her ankles billowed out slightly as she stepped forward, a small wind having taken in its grasp and moving it about as if trying to pull the small girl backwards, back into the path that lead her to the graves of the fallen citizens of Karador.

Cella had a reason for visiting the graves this evening, and it was to once again, though futile, as always, try and find an answer to the disappearance of her father, this being the last place he had been seen, and she thought perhaps, now that she had met the Necromancer personally, he still might hold a key to what had happened to him, though still, at the same time, she figured as well, if he had, had a hand in the death of her father, then he more than likely wouldn't even know.

She moved forward now, the sun slipping slowly behind the mountain in the west, her steps upon the nicely kept ground making no tracks or even mussing with the trail that she followed. She shivered once, pulling her cloak about her a bit tighter, rather it was from the growing chill in the winters air, or a slight sense of fear, she couldn't tell, just yet.

Her eyes swept the headstones of the fallen, though not reading their names, too many to count, too many for her to want to remember. Her long fiery locks hidden beneath her hood now began as well to shift and sift out from the sides to breath the evenings air, every now and again blowing in that small wind to cross over her lips, only to be pushed back again with a small hand.

What am I doing here? she mused to herself, her mind seemingly telling her to question her actions.

who am I? this comment whispered in the cool air, coming from frowning lips, as her mind now seemed to race backwards to the night not all too long ago in the hospital when she had faced the Necromancer and lived, somehow.

She still had a great many questions, ones she would confront her mother with at some point, just, she knew, in her heart, that perhaps what she believed to be her mother, may not have been as such, not now, not since things have been happening to her that were of the oddest happening. Things like her abilities to not breath for many long moments, though this, she never tested too far, always afraid she'd pass out at the wrong moment, things such as her ability to see things happening all over, all at once, from the things in front of her eyes, to the back rooms of the hospital, things that seemed to happen before they did... it was all too con fusing for the young nurse of Karador, her eyes, why were they the color they were? No human she knew of possessed such color, and she was beginning to think, despite her mother's refusal to admit it, she was not human after all. But if this was the case, then what was she and why did her mother protect her from knowing, and why had the Necromancer seemed to know something about her when he had not ever seen her before that night.

She had so many questions, and none of them answered, so many thoughts, and though she hated the ground, the air and all else about the man who had killed so many she tried so hard to save, she too knew, she needed him to find many, if not all those answers.

Kiara sat along the shore of the lake, her emerald gaze looking out over the sparkling water as she watched the giant squid frolicking with the mermaids.  Each creature breaking the surface of the otherwise quiet lake several times, the mermaids having a blast playing with the giant creature, the giant creature seemingly having a blast playing with the odd water angels.

The look on her face should have been happy, but it wasn't, her emerald eyes, should have been sparkling, but they weren't in the face of the happy scene before her.  Her usual bright and sparkling orbs looked dead, unnatural, the expression she wore on her face was if sorrow and pain, debate, anger and something much more.  Her right hand moved up to touch the beautiful black choker that wrapped itself about her throat and then her hand fell back to her lap once more.  The silver trinket that shimmered and hung from the choker, the shape of the Slytherin Coat of arms, seemed to park to life when she touched it and she winced slightly, but nothing more.

She sat there for several long hours, had been there all morning long as a matter-of-fact. Kids began to move about her, people steering wide of her shape, fearing to step even into the small shadow she cast on the ground.  No one knew where she had gone in the darkness of the early hours of morning, they only knew she came walking along the grounds at the crack of dawn and sat where it was she resided now, unmoving, just staring out over the water, seeing or not, what was playing out there before her.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered quietly to no one it seemed.

((As promised, here is yet another R/P with Decimas, writen by my bf and the Queen os Karador, written by yours truley  I hope you enjoy this one as you did the last, and so.. her eya go....)))

Kalista sat, looking at the beautiful Altar in front of her; the priest had finished his sermon and had long since retreated into the back rooms of the church. The people that had attended as well, long since parted, leaving the Queen alone with her own thoughts. Her personal guard, as always were set out side, as per her request every time she attended the church. This was a neutral ground to her, and as such, she would not allow the menacing appeal of her personal guard to in any way, make the patrons feel uncomfortable in there presence. The Captain of her guard, Circu was allowed the night off, though how strictly he took her orders to take such an opportunity, she would not know. He was his own creature and as thus, she never knew when or where he might show up, even when he was off duty it seemed he was always on as well.

The church was quiet, the candles that lined the walls and adorned the chandelier far above, were flickering quietly filling the enclosure with the scent of heated wax as well as casting eerie shadows along the walls and leaving dark corners for any manner of creature to hide, though, Kalista felt no sense of danger in this place, she never had, nor, she thought, should she ever.

The past few weeks had been a strain on her, as well as Cassius and all the guards. The Necromancer, Master she had foresight to assume, had been busy indeed, giving her general and many of his soldiers plenty to take care of, as well the arrival of the Dark Mage Kaldryn had upset the balance of peace and serenity they had enjoyed in the lands of Karador for now well over 100 years. Kalista sighed heavily at he thought on the oncoming war. Yes, there was no mistaking it, there would be another war, but as to how quickly it was to come to a head, no one would know for certain. Kaldryn, as always, had made his presence known and then disappeared again, though Kalista knew this would not be for good measure, on her behalf and that he was simply biding his time waiting for something before coming forward, she only wished she knew what. As for the Necromancer, no one knew what he looked like, or even his name, this was most disturbing. Even the Head Nurse at the hospital that he had attacked couldn't give a proper description and as far as Kalista knew, she was the only one that had even had personal contact with the foul creature, aside from the two orderlies, but they had been so frightened, that one even now, still resided in a mental hospital over in the next town, evidently too scared to even speak, Sahara was her name, if Kalista remembered correctly. Yes, far too many things had began to happen all at once and right now, the one thing she would like more than anything, would be to know the face of the dark evil creature that she faced, the Queen and Overlord to the Karadorian armies could not stand the fact that this Master Necromancer has eluded her for so long, and not even the most skilled of her spies had even been able to report as to whom this being was.

Kalista sighed once more and then pushed a renegade raven lock out from her view and tucked it behind her ear as she remained, sitting, her face forward, looking at, but not seeing the altar as her mind worked through these and many other thoughts in her mind, the fire light from the candles reflecting a fiery light in her tired onyx gaze.

Anyone read Eddings?  My favorite from him is the Belgaraid series, I have now read the entire thing (10 books) 10 times lol..

Huggles
~K~

And yes another Character Kill situation, I hope you enjoy this one, is is sad, and it is somewhat long, so I will post it is  afew parts, please comment so that I know you are reading, the parts are played by myself and a freind... Enjoy

Thunder roared about the black, craggy peaks, and flashes of forked white lightning lit up the darkened sky. The great black storm clouds churned and boiled, seething with nature's furious energies, as the heavy, cold rain pounded the earth, driven before the howling winds.
Great trees that had stood for eons bent and shook, the grass flattened before the elements and creatures of all shapes and sizes took shelter from the storm wherever they could find it.

High above the thickly forested valleys, on the rubble strewn north face of the tallest of the immense black peaks, a darker shadow burned in the brilliant dark.
The dark figure had the semblance of an armored man, but naught else to liken it to. It stood head and shoulders above even the tallest mortal man, and had the width and bulk of two.
Massive spiked shoulder plates protruded from the black obsidian armor, and the tree like limbs were decorated with a variety of cruel barbs, hooks and spikes. The horned helmet that adorned the armor burned from within. Two points of demonic hellfire burned from within the blackness of the visor, as the armored behemoth stalked the mountainside.
Its spiked gauntlets clutched a demonic blade of shadow. The massive black broadsword rested in his hands, it's barbs and talons, its cruel, sharp edges, all exuded a menacing aura of shadow, as if the blade were malice incarnate.

Kaen, Demon lord of Hell, and Enforcer of her will strode the short distance to the peak of the black mountain with heavy steps that broke the rocks beneath his feet. As he neared the summit, the very cause of the storm became apparent. There, in the shelter of the peak lay a pure white form, which glistened in the dark.
The greater demon stepped closer, gazing down at the source of the fading light, his eyes afire with relentless hatred.
An angel of one of the false and accursed lay at his feet, its form broken, its wings shattered. Dirt and blood stains the brilliant white of the angel's robes, and blood ran from his mouth.
In the darkness, one might have overlooked it, but lit by a flash of forked white lightning the gaping wound became apparent. The angel's side was bloodstained, the white cloth torn, revealing a deep cut in his abdomen, a cut that seemed to crawl with shadow, as Kel Rordd, the demon blade continued its work, feasting upon the flesh of the heavenly being.
The angel's sword lay shattered and broken at his side, but despite all of this, the creature's eyes were still filled with strength of will, as they returned the hate filled stare of the demon lord.

Another flash of forked lightning, and the scene was brilliantly lit once more. Boulders lay shattered about the peak, as if it had seen some titanic clash and struggle. Indeed it had.
Kaen shifted his weight, and lifted the demon blade of shadow, the point hovering between the angels eyes.

"Thou hath failed Eriah, mine brother." Kaen spat, his icy voice seeming to freeze over at the mention of the word 'Brother'. "Thou art as dust before the wind, chid of the false ones!" The demon lord laughed, his dark menacing chuckle rising above the howling wind.

"Kaen. . ." The angel coughed, "Thou wert once mine greatest friend, and thou art this, but a servant and slave of evil?"

"Liar! Traitor! Murderer of mine soul! Thou art accursed beyond all measure!" Kaen yelled back, the point of the blade hovering closer to Eriah. "I am more than thee, and our once brethren, for thou art now the chained and bound slave, and I doth hold thy pitiful life in mine hand, like the waning flame of the dying candle, I wouldst extinguish thine pitiful existence."

"Thou art maddened and twisted beyond all hope, i had sought to aid thee, to free thee, and yet thou doth but spout thine hate filled madness as mine reward. I came here to save thee from thine self brother, to offer mine forgiveness, and to ask thine of thee." Eriah coughed harder this time, as the shadow stuff of the demon blade ate deeper into his being.

Kaen's eyes burned brighter, and he raised Kel Rordd above his head, "Lies and deceit!" He bellowed, "Thou wert sent to destroy me, to cast me down in ruin, even as thou art now, Eriah, i release thee from thy eternal servitude."
And with that, Kaen moved forwards with surprising speed and fluidity to his movement. His wrists twisted, the blade moved, leaving a trail of shadow in its wake as it plunged down towards Eriah's exposed chest.
The angel screamed and bright red blood spurted as the demon blade pierced his chest, sinking deeper through flesh, bone and rock - pinning him to the mountainside, through his very heart.

Eriah's eyes glazed over and closed slowly, as tendrils of shadow began to crawl under his skin, devouring his heavenly flesh, as Kel Rordd did its ghastly work, taking its fill of life.
Eriah raised one hand, extending it towards the demon lord. Shadow writhed beneath the skin of the hand, as it wasted away before the Greater Demon. One final sigh escaped the angel's lips, then his arm fell limp, and his head fell back.

The death of an angel, like the death of a demon, is no small thing, and for one such as Eriah, the shock of his passing would have been felt throughout the kingdom.

Kaen still stood, immobile, over the broken body of the angel. The greater demon stood, his black, spiked steel flesh singing in the downpour, rivulets of water running down the heavy plates as the skies were lit with sporadic bursts of thunder.
Immune to the elements, and utterly uncaring, the burning hellfire of his eyes fixed on the now peaceful face of the white robed and winged figure, which lay sprawled upon the rocks before him - a massive black blade protruding from his chest.
Kel Rordd, the demon blade of shadows, was satisfied, its bloodlust satiated and it seemed to almost exude a self-satisfied aura of shadow.
Slowly, the demon lord stepped forward, placing one immense metal clad heel on the angels face and taking the black hilt of the blade in both hands. The hulking monstrosity hunched, wrenching the blade from the Cliffside and grinding the angels' head into the dirt.
Kaen lifted the great black blade in front of him with one arm. It was as long as a man was tall, and as broad as the demon lords arm. Steam hissed and rose from its inky black surface in the rain, a surface that one could never quite focus on, as it seemed to shimmer and shift as if the blade were not in fact solid, but rather the dark stuff of shadow.
"Omglac gua yithoul" Intoned the demon lord, in guttural tones under laid with the all the warmth of a blizzard. As he spoke, the air about him crackled and buzzed as the tongue of hell twisted mortal reality about him.
With that, the sword was gone - disappeared into the nothingness from whence it came, but was surely to return - but not tonight, this night had seen more than it's share of death and destruction. Now, Kaen, demon lord of Hell felt it was time for quiet reflection, time to remember the times long past, what was lost and gained, sacrificed and betrayed so long ago. . .

OK, this is yet anther R/P story in one of my sites, this is between myself and my Boyfriend, it is a wonderfuly written begining to a very shaky relationship between a Necromancer Master and what is called an Unchained(Thiscreature is one of my own creation)  I hope you enjoy, please reas on, this is the opening scene...)


Not much light shone through Karador late at night when people slept, not much more than the torches that lit the city streets. Some places were still lit though, some buildings never slept. Decimas walked through the city alone, unguarded by his armies of lifeless cohorts as he came up to the hospital doors, looking in to the well-lit facility. Not seeing anyone in the lobby, He pushed the doors open and stepped in from the rain that had been falling all night. Decimas looked back to the doors as they swung shut, and watched as a couple rotten crows flew past the windows, water splashing off their decaying beaks.

Turning back to face the inside of the hospital entrance hall, Decimas reached up with one hand to drop down the hood of his well soaked black cloak as he let out a sigh of comfort, being then, in from the cold rain. Even through his hood, hid hair and face were dampened from the wet cloak that had sat upon his head. Walking around through the building, Decimas peered around every corner, looking for any people who would inevitably be there. He knew the hospital was full at the time, he had made arrangements on an earlier night with one of the city's water supplies to make sure of it.

Hearing coughing from down one hall, Decimas followed his ears, so to say, and walked in the direction of the obvious illness. As he walked about, he saw an orderly walk down the hall that crossed the one he was in. "Excuse me," he said loudly, trying to get the woman's attention, "Mam." She had past the crossing of the two halls, but stepped back a couple paces to look over at Decimas.

"Oh," she said in a friendly voice as she tried to smile warmly at him, despite the stress of all the patients that weighed heavily on every member of the hospital staff, as they all were working extra shifts and rushing to take proper care. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be coming in the front door this late at night," she halfway chuckled to herself as really the only thing to do under such a pressured circumstance as the one the hospital was in. "I'm sorry, but visiting hrs are over, and unless you have a serious condition, we really cant afford to help you right now."

"Oh," He said quietly, then hesitated as he bowed his head slightly, looking rather thoughtful. "It's just that," he continued, looking up at her as he paused for a second, taking in a breath, "I just found out that a good friend of mine was brought here, and was wondering if I could maybe go in and pray for him, maybe for any others that have fallen ill as well." All the while, the necromancer kept a sorry looking expression on his face, pulling off quite well the act of a sad and worried man.

The orderly paused and looked at him as she thought for a few moments, all the while, Decimas stayed quiet, knowing it best to let her think on his mournful face and let her misplaced compassion guide her heart into showing him the way to his figurative promised land. "Well," she said, still a pensive look on her face, "I imagine we can use all the help we can get in here right now, and rather or not I believe in gods will in faith healing, I'd rather take the side of hope." She smiled at him and reached out her hand, singing to him to go with her as she nudged her head in the direction she had come from. "I'm sure your friend and everyone else in there, not to mention the staff her, would appreciate a little help from on high, and a man thoughtful enough to try, is too much to turn down."

Decimas smiled, warmly, as it seemed to be, to the orderly as he moved towards her. Looking at her nametag, as he got closer, Decimas noted to himself that her name was Sarah. He nodded in an acting show of appreciation to her as he came up beside the woman, and followed her as she showed him the way down the hall to a very large room full of at least sixty people laying sick in bed. "Wow." He said quietly as he looked in the room, "I heard this was bad, but seeing this many people in here is something of a slap in the face huh?" he then stood quiet, looking all heart sunken as the orderly looked up at him.

"It is rather wakening, isn't it?" she replied, and paused. "There's the two rooms on either side of this one filled just as full too." She took a breath in as she herself went quiet thinking of the mass amount of sick people. "I can't believe we actually had to use the cafeteria and lay patients on the tables just for bed space, but the other rooms just aren't big enough to care for such a thing." She paused again as Decimas still remained silent. "Well," she continued, "Your friend should be somewhere in these three rooms." She motioned her hands to the area of that one wing, though it was easily over half the hospital. "Your welcome to look and find your friend."

"Thank you Sarah." He said as he bowed his head to her before pushing the doors open and stepping through. As he walked through the large room of bedridden poison victims, Decimas made sure to look as though he was searching, looking at each patients face. A few minutes later, he stopped at one bed, pretending to know the man sleeping in it, and kneeled down at his side.

Sarah and another orderly that had come up to the doorway stood in the entrance to the room and watched, listened as he started to speak, pray, as they thought, for the ill in the ward. Sarah had spoken quietly, telling the other woman what Decimas was doing, and they both smiled softly as they looked across the vast spread of full hospital beds.

"Vires totus peius cado letaliter sic , vires totus infirmus nunc intereo de is. Vires vita solvo suus habitum in lemma ut nex vires prene suus toll. Sino spiritus labor lapsus ex lemma , ut ego vires tribuo lemma vita in nex. sic hic ego iacio meus directus mos ut totus illud hic is nox noctis vires cado ex vita quod orior oriri ortus iterum ut poenanon virs de stipes excessum." Decimas kept his head bowed the whole time he spoke these words, and he spoke them ina prayerfull tome at that, not that it mattered how he said what he said, or the exact words he spoke, for that matter. He hadnt had to say it all in so many words, but felt like putting on a show.

He stood and started to slowly walk back towards the door, and as he did, every man woman and child in the ward woke and started to cough harshly and wreathe in pain. A shocked look came to both the women's faces, and they each rushed to a bed to take a closer look at the patients. "What did you pray?" the second orderly asked, in a furiously worried shock.

"May all the ill fall mortally so, may all the sick soon die of it." He replied, not hesitating at all. "May life release its hold on them, that death may take its toll." He reached up over his shoulders with his right hand and lifted his still drenched hood back over his head as more shadow than should have been cast, covered his face in complete darkness under the cape of his black cloaks hood. "Allow the breath to slip from them, that i may give them life in death." He continued, as he walked right between the two orderlies, both of them in complete and utter shock. "So here i lay my dire will, so that all those here this night, may fall from life and rise again, as painless men of after death."

The two women, still locked in their blank and dismal stare, completely shocked at the necromancer they couldn't have expected, simply watched in shock as he didn't bat an eye, but rather smiled, as he pushed the doors open again and walked out into the halls

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