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She caught her breath at that feathery brush and her entire body responded, not just to his tone but to his words. He hadn't called her by her nickname since the day she'd moved out. It was like being welcomed back home again and she felt a sudden warmth that was different from arousal. She got herself back under control and then flopped down on the bed, curling just so and reaching for her glass of wine. "Ah but you're not quite ready yet Raven. Build the anticipation for me, I'm finding I rather like it."

She didn't pretend not to look but she did keep her scrutiny down to her a bare minimum. When her palms itched to feel the skin beneath them she merely curled her fingers around her glass and watched, rather enjoying the looser version of the elf before her. She watched him take her glass and drain the rest of it then reached out and tugged on the ties to his pants, bringing him directly to the edge of the bed. "Since you know that following them will get you what you want." She rose to her knees and circled his waist slowly with her fingers then gazed up at him for a moment as her hands began their own exploration, more teasing than anything else. "Or maybe you're just feeling generous tonight."

"yes, yes."

A slight smirk.

"I don't think you'll hate me. at least not for longer than a few days."

opening the kit that had thread, needles, and other things that didn't look nice. one looked like a curved scalpel. that's the tool he picked up. and then without further adieu, that was sliced up under the skin, used to peel it back and then necromantically disconnect the muscles from the bones. which made wet slurp sounds as the muscles contracted and bunched.

then putting that down, picked up a set of clamps, and started pulling the bunched up muscles, one at a time, into thier proper positions. every practioner of necromancy knew this kind of thing. helped you pick the corpses that would be best useful. after all a corpse without the ability to use and arm wasn't that useful. and a zombie was always better than a skeleton for muscle force.

Once each mucles was positioned, again necromancy was used to reattached it like it was supposed to be. once done, thread and needle used to sew the skin back together and that was that. whole procedure took probably thirty minutes.

She resolved to kill him...perhaps smother him with a pillow while he was in reverie...run him through with his own damned blood drinking sword. Needless to say she was not a happy wife at all as this all went on...though she never made a noise as he was doing it all. Piper had resolved to bite on leather and find a nauseously happy place in her head. Okay...so maybe not kill him, but at least do something terrible to him...he was so making this up to her. Dear loving husband of hers could of resolved to get her drunk or something first so that she wouldn't care about pain or noises or anything. But no, it was plain vanilla business get it done and done right regardless of other things Malik. Truthfully that was a horrid experience...pity she would never forget it. But once it was all over, she tossed her bracer on the table, taking deep measured breaths. "I think I hate you right now..." Needless to say her body was all distressed and freaked out now...she was not one of his military cohorts, that was not a normal thing for her to expect and endure. Hm, she probably needed a drink...a very alcoholic drink.

He gave a chuckle at her tacked on please as she realized her mistake in giving another order as he leaned her back to the mattress, almost looming over her as he watched her. Yes, whatever was making him act this way was doing it's job quite nicely. Not that he knew that. "Old habits die hard, don't they?" But easily shedding the rest of his clothing even from the position he was in...leave it to Sevilin to pull off things that seemed would ruin moods and such.

"I think proof is obvious....but if you insist." Giving her a smirky lopsidided grin even as he let his hands take to her body, manipulating flesh in skilled manner, or rather what he had come to realized what she had also applied the term 'rune mage fingers'. Which was accuracte if he stopped to think about it...his runing made him all the better for the purpose his was more or less raised for. Not that that thought crossed his mind right now...he had a woman to reduce to a puddle.

Malik walked over to the sink and rinsed off the supplies from the kit, and put everything back.

"Getting you drunk would have made it harder. but here you go. something very nice for you."

Setting down a red and orange looking concoction.

"Nagafen's breath. one of the most potent, knock a dwarf on it's a** alcoholic drinks I know of. Feel free. give your shoulder a day or so, and it'll be fine as it was before him."

note to self, increase that soul's torment.

Leaf did not stay long in the dwelling wiht the multi coloured dragons. She said fairwell to them, promising Fin to meet up with him later, and began traveling back to the ORacle who had first bestoyed this task apon them.

She was nearly there when the earth flipped upsidedown under her feet.

Delta raised her head, turning her blind eyes on Omega. "The time is now, can you get it?"

Omega smirked. "Yes, the damn sirum worked. Duplication is complete." She was annoyed, and bored. She didn't care what part she played in this. She pulled her low collar down to reveal the hole in her chest, now weeping with the black ooze." She collected some in a small vile, and tossed it to Alpha. "There."

Alpha, Beta, Delta, Gama, and Omega stood at each point of an intricate star carved into the floor. The star had taken weeks to construct with cerimonial daggers, sacrifices, their own blood....a long and difficult proccess. They began to chant, their faces quickly covered in sweat. A sharp beam of light speared up from the center of the rune, the earth began to shake.

Aella, just entering the manor to get someone's help, was thrown to the flooe. She wrapped her hands around her head as a terrible tugging sensation filled it. She could feel some etheral bond stretch and tear free, like a muscled torn by the teeth of some vicious creature. It was painful, and she believed the quake beneath her knees was a figiment of her imagination, a machination of her pain.

Meilikki, one hand on a nearby table, the other cradiling her forehead. She too felt this pain, as did Deidrick. Any who had a conncetion with a deity would feel this pain, this tearing of bonds. The floor lurched and she was thrown across the room, hitting the wall with a horrid thump.

All around the underdark the earth was tossing like the waves on an ocean. Buildings toppled, roads twisted, lakes and rives flooded or drained. Torn from it's mores in the cosmos, the very planet struggled to keep it's balance. To keep it's place.

As the chanting continued, the moores broke. The planet spun out of conrtol, was tugged not so gently into the very corners of the universe. The vast, unpopulated spaces of the cosmos.

The gods lost contact with Labyrinth.

Warren gazed back at her, a little smile curling the corner of one lip. He leaned in, close to her, feeling her breath on his skin and releshing it. The glow from hi eyes brushed her cheeks, made her shine like a goddess...

His eye twitched. There was a pain in his forehead. Nothing wrong, a little headache perhaps. But the pain spread, his skin tor away from his skull like ash. He pushed her away, his hood fel back. He stepped back, the muscles oin his arms snapped, making the appandages uselss. A demonic light shone from eyes that had no lids, skin and muscle peeled back as if on fire, flecks of him flew away on the winds. His jaw detached, hanging by strings of masseter, the inside of his mouth aflame. Bones crumbled, each step backwards brought him closer to the ground as more muscles became uselss. He was screaming, until his vocal cords desintigrated into his lungs.

He kept decomposing, until nothing but screams on the wind were left. And his red robes laying in an ashy heap.

Waking up to earthquakes? Well...that wasn't such a bad thing. After all, this was the underdark and that kind of thing happened. But waking up to rather...harsh earthquakes...not so much enjoyable. Especially when you were a little hung over and still not feeling well from medical procedures. She shook her head, trying to get her barings a moment before slipping out of bed and pulling on her robe, stumbling her way to the nursery to Malikhai. Did not have to be told twice that he wasn't a happy camper. Though for some other reason...she felt very very strange...like something was missing but she couldn't put it on her finger just right now.

He was very upset. Thus when mommy came in, he bounded over to her and clung. Earthquakes were not fun for him at all. And when said thing was over anyway he still clung to her, gesturing to be picked up, but instead was lead over to his bed where he mother sat down and he climbed into her lap, comfort seeking. "I don't feel right..."

Piper pressed a kiss to his forehead and wrapped an arm around him, cooing soothing words to him in elvish as she comforted him. She would of picked him up but she didn't need to be lifting things at all right now with her shoulder. "It's alright baby." Though his proclimation of not feeling right did cause a blink to her...that was strange because she didn't feel right either.

Joy another earthquake. A rather intense one but to drow it really was no big deal. Though he suppsoed he should get up and check on Zykariel. Getting up and grabbing his pants, slipping them on he stood and took a few steps...only to fall to his knees and grip at his chest, and it wasn't the shaking that made him do so. A certain feeling overtoook him....felt like someone was trying to rip his veins and bones out of his body all at once, and he was feeling rather heavy and nauseous as well...what the hell was going on?

He resolved to plop on the floor and just lay there, slightly curled into himself before a spasm tore through his system, causing his body to jerk and a pained noise or two to leave him. Yup, definately felt like someone trying to rip out his bones and circulatory system.