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The tubes and bottles clanged together while the body bags rumbled in back of the old hearse. The bodies weren't dead, merely paraylized by poisons that kept them in a state close to suspended animation. They were two formerly strong men, from the criminal element of Durem, but certainly no one that would be missed. The tubes were long preserved human remains deep from within the temple. Nothing like a little gift for good neighbors.

Yarneth drove the old hearse himself, no one living had to know what he was up to, and if his offer was rejected he could incinerate the bodies with a mere touch and return the other items to his personal collection. It had been a little while since he had taken over the Yaits insurance agency. Court setlements, stock manipulation, silent assasinations, the reorganization of experiments, and driving the expansion of a mid-sized company had kept him so busy for the past month that it was actually nice to take a little drive through the countryside. If the information he had received was correct, he might even make some new friends here.

A rented hearse pulled up to the gates of Sorrow's Keep. In this desolate area nothing else would do. The dead branches of the dried tree snapped as a heavy gale blew across the lawn. Yarneth walked calmly up the walk, and knocked on the door politely. The dark energy was delectable, just being here made him feel alive.

"I'm Edward Yaits," Yarneth said, "But my true name is Yarneth, I am an incarnation possesed by the spirit of Ymir. I bear gifts, noting fancy, but I wish to participate if you'll let me. If not, I must respect that, this is afterall, a diplomatic visit."

Yarneth waited as the wind howled and black aura seemed to seep from the lifeless soil of the Keep's yard. He lifted up his right hand and extended its fingers. From the pointer finger came a tall wisp of flame, from his middles finger a long buble of liquid air, from his ring finger a wisp of darkness, and from his little finger a swirling tornado. He put each out with his thumb and repeated the process while he waited.

They were letting him in, not a bad sign to start, not a bad sign at all. He walked in the first room. Layers of dust climbing from where his black Armani shoes hit the creaky floor. It was dark, so he lit a fire to light his way, the flames extending in great plumes from his fingertips. He breathed the structures aura, this place had it's own wonderful life, like the catacombs of his temple. Now to explore, to get where he intended to go, he needed to only follow the aura to it's source. The stronger the aura, the closer he was to his destination, he supposed.

Menos retracted his hand accross the table, leaving a faint blood smear accross the surface. He spoke to no one in particular, addressing everyone as he released his words.

"...Homeless individuals are too easy of a target. A single member of this council would easily obtain the desired specimans from this area. If we are indeed going to raid together...I suggest we go for something a bit more...worthwhile..."

He tapped his finger's irritably on the table.

"...Unless of course somenone's frightened..."

Gavin looked up once more, a toad with a rat tail now sitting upon the table in front of him. The mouse had been dismembered, and he was beginning to graft one of the wings onto the toad out of boredom.

"Only an imbecile moves without caution. I need more parts for my experiments, but I could steal children from their beds for that little. Any of us could, that is the point."

Gavin cut a slit down the back of the toad, looking away from the rest of the table again as he began stitching the muscles together with those of the pidgeon wing.

"My master requires speciments for test subjects and energy to fuel the production of new spells," Decruda answered, where the 'energy' most commonly associated with creating new spells by necromancers involved blood or souls, "I, on the other hand, need body parts, healthy ones preferably, or better yet, from strong speciments." he added, not adding the reason to this, as many would know, he did quite a bit of grafting himself, only it was on his own maimed body rather than others.

"That and with the constant feeding of the ghoul hordes, carrion and fresh meat, whether from live subjects or dead ones, isnt a benefit to the situation." he noted in addition.

"Hobos and drunkards could certainly serve as feed for the hordes, low quality, easy prey. However, I believe it best if we took something of at least average quality for test subjects and parts, civilians, merchants, guards, or even better yet, those with power in their bodies."

Descant went back to watching Gavin, with all of her concentration actually on the toad that he was working with.

"I think all of this answers the question then: we're going to launch a planned attack together. Now, the question is where we should appear that would have enough strong bodies show up."

After a moment's thought, she held her hand out to Gavin. "Are you done with that yet?"

The Knight just kept quiet. He wasn't one of the scientests, and nor did he care enough about his stock of unholy beasts to voice his concerns about them being fed. If anything they could eat each other, the flesh of your own made you stronger, and the Knight felt much more comfortable with a small group of things he knew could perform, rather then your basic mindless horde of wavering zombies.

None of these opinions were voiced though, he wasn't in the mood for discussion. Whatever decision the group arrived upon, he would go with. If there was a vote, he'd side with the majority. Well, as long as the majority were looking for a city raid. He hadn't had one of those since the disaster in Latent. They just couldn't stop that count.

All in all, his blade thirsted for blood, and that was the will he would be following.

"Are you planning on eating it, my pretty?"

Gavin laughed... that statement might have been true for any number of the attendees here.