Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25597877-20150722214840/@comment-26084195-20150723214919

"No... no... I can't."

''Do not be foolish. They are trying to seperate us. They will hunt you down and they will seperate us. You saw that man following us.''

"But I am not one! I can only see you! It's not like I can actually channel!"

''There is power for you. So much power. The power of the grave, the power to send people to it! Entire nations would grovel at your feet.''

"I don't want this power!"

''Men would kill for this power. Imagine. You could make these people grovel at your feet. They would fear you. You would be great, greater even than the necromancers of old! And I can teach you this power.''

"You... you can? No! No, I don't want it!"

''Fame! Wealth! Power unimagineable! They would all kneel before you! The Rohirrim, the Gondorians, the Umbarans, those disgusting Haradrim, and especially the Orcs. Even my people would kneel, eventually. I already kneel.''

"But... I'm just one! I can't do all that by myself!"

''There is a way. There is a cult, that no one knows about. a cult of dark sorcerers. They are everywhere, seeded throughout the lands, hiding in plain sight. Always loyal, yet always working toward a darker purpose. You have more potential than any of them. You could take charge of this cult. They hold power enough to rule from within.''

"Such... a thing exists?"

''It is here in Rohan. In Gondor. In Harad. In Umbar. In the East. Everywhere.''

"And they can teach me?"

''Not nearly as well as I can. I can teach you to crumble men to dust. I can tech you to bend their wills to your own.''

"But h-h-how?"

With this. The spectral blue hand held out a book. A huge book, an old book, and a bloodstained book. ''The Necronomicon. The book of ultimate darkness. It only exists in the realm of the dead. and I possess the only copy. Which I now give to you. Along with this.''

A shadowy cload appeared hovering above the desk at which the mad man sat. After the black cloud cleared, a scythe floated above his desk. It was made of an unknown black material, decorated with sickly green glowing patterns, including a skull at the top of the staff who's empty eyes burned with green flame.

''This will function as both a weapon and as the focus for your powers. It has no power itself, but there is no better tool, in life or afterlife, for channelling the magic of death. Grasp the shaft! Feel how it communes with your power! Feel it unlock your true self!''

The madman reached out to hold the black staff, but he hesitated. There was fear in his eyes.

DO IT!

He reached forward and grasped the handle. His entire body tensed up. He let out a horrible scream, and green fire gushed from his mouth and eyes. Green spectral skulls swirled around the body of the madman, ripping his clothes to pieces. The darkness coalesced into elaborate robes around him. Beside him, the blue spectre smiled a bit.

Outside...

The entire village yelled in shock as a bone-chilling lifeless scream emitted from the house of the madman. The entire house burst into green fire, the place burning to the ground as fast as if the fire were lava. When the fire cleared, the house was but ashes, and in the centre of those ashes stood a man in black and green robes, adorned with bones, and a mask made from a skull. He held in his hand a terrifying looking scythe. (note that none of you see or even detect a spirit next to him)

''You see! These imbeciles see you for what you truly are! And they fear you! See them call for the mortal soldiers. Go, quickly! Your powers are not yet strong enough to hold them off. I will cover your escape. Flee, quickly!''

A black cloud surrounded the evil looking cloaked figure. When it cleared, the graveyard nearby went into tumult as each being buried beneath ripped from the ground and charged with mindless hunger to attack the onlookers, and the soldiers who had just arrived on scene.