The Reunion: When a father missssessss his ssson.

[Marcus Kobra]

Marcus sat in his study idly tossing Yewish propaganda into his hearth. He sighed deeply and gazed at the book before him in the center of his table. An obscure text to be certain, one he feared with a death grip on his heart. It was titled quite simply 'Resuscitating Death' by Mathias Kobra-Dain. He narrowed his eyes thinking about the horrible man his father was. This book claimed to be simple conjecture and harmless theory into 'restoring loved ones to life once more' and made claims that one might get lost children and wives returned to them from death itself, it failed to mention the converse effect of making them either your absolute undead slave or a ravaging abomination of life itself. His father was a truly sick being beyond human comprehension. Indeed that. Though Marcus held some hope he may find some ritual that may restore limbs or destroyed organs. . .  he'd never sell the idea of Necromancy to save the Commanders wife to be. He sighed again most deeply and gazed upon his mantle. It was his shrine to all his accomplishments. There on the left where his first plate arms and Covian Cap. His most cherished material possessions by far, they marked his promotion to Junior. He smiled slightly as he remembered the Commander pinning him. He gazed upon the bandanna which had marked his start in Cove so many years ago. He nay regretted the decision. He last lay his eyes upon the staple belt, given to him upon his induction into the Officer Academy. He frowned at that, feeling the guilt he always did, as though he had let others down, not least the Commander. He would make it all up to the Commander, he was going to restore Railen's arm to full use come Abyss or high waters.

But first, he'd have to crack open this tome, bound in some rough leather and inked with a shimmering light. No light flickered in his eyes as he looked upon this book. All warmth left the room as he opened the latch and turned the first page. The chill deepened and the lights seemed to darken, the Ankh about his neck began to shake and jitter at the end of its chain. Words on the page filled his ears ' An Me Sah Ko Bre Lesh A Co Veh' repeating into a full roar. All light seemed to have drained from the room and ice formed around the edges of Marc' eyes and nostrils. His soul began to rip from his body being pulled down, down into death. Fear gripping his soul and the chill of death grasping at his heart Marcus grasped for his Ankh and called out from someplace primal within. "Per Luminarium, atra vis vires terga dare, is ea id vita nullus appartiene a Tu!"

The book slammed closed and latched with force enough to throw it from the table and Marcus flew back out of his chair, the ice covering his body crackling all about him. He lay there, gasping in air and shivering. He could feel it, part of himself was already gone. Stolen. Consumed.

From the corner in which the book lay a faint rumble ensued 'Sssoul ssshall be minessss it ssshall, mine sssson.' The words seemed to echo and then, the book simply vanished as if melting away. The book was gone, but certainly not forever. Marcus huffed and puffed still gasping for air and holding tight his chest. He was too old for this, it couldn't be. Not possibly. The man was surly dead. . . . or must be in his eighties!  'Father. . . could it be? Why this reunion, why now. For so many years. . . . unless. Father. . .  oh Father blasphemy. . . have you really cheated death?

Marcus would not sleep that night, instead he retired to his prayer room and prayed through the night.

The reunion had come.

{{OOC: Just a bit of story concluding Marcs' initial efforts to find a miracle healing aid for Railen. With her near full recovery it no longer seems neccesary to proceed. This is also a lead in for future happenings. Hope you all enjoy.}}