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She fell. Too bad for her, as that single moment would spark one thought in Decruda's mind, two spells used in tandem, without the need for spell components as a result of his limited wish. As she began to fall backwards, his left hand would point its index finger right at her as a flash of black would blur her vision.



At such a close distance, and in no position to move while falling, it would be near impossible to avoid the bolt. This was to weaken her, drain her energy, and obviously prevent her from fighting back or resisting against what came next. Before she'd even hit the ground, she would be caught by something dark which twisted around her limbs and held her suspended in the air.


((Took out all the useless game statistics. Die roll + 16 tentacles in total.))


As the black tentacles began to spring up, Decruda would hack apart the tentacles which were closest to him, evading his own spell as the things had no intelligence and would try to strangle him as well. He'd cut one at his right side as it sprung up and tried to snag his arm before he wheeled about to slash one to his left before it got any closer. A third tentacle had wrapped around his right leg, yet he would swing the large blade down to sever it quickly.

The other tentacles were closer to other objects, and as a result, would not go for his form, leaving him relatively safe for the moment. However, they would go for what else remained in the empty desert. Many would wrap around the camel's carcass and squeeze, beginning to pull its limbs and body in different directions as the tentacles constricted.

The rest would either wave around wildly and snap around the horse's corpse in the same manner and Alexiel as she fell. One would wrap around her waist, another her left leg, a third her right wrist, a fourth her left elbow, and a fifth around her chest and right shoulder. As they would begin to tighten, holding her limbs in place as the others squeezed the air out of her lungs, the necrotic spellsword would step up close and leer at her. "My, what pretty eyes you have. Perhaps I shall take them?" he pondered.

"Oh, but what use would they be when you're but a corpse?" the man asked as he reached out with his left arm, whose hand was but a sickly looking claw of dead grey flesh, and gently stroked the woman's cheek.

"Now, as you were saying, let's ta-ah-ah-alk..." he said mockingly as he paused with thought for a moment, "Perhaps with a better scenery." he finished as he brushed his left hand through the air similar to a host who invites guests into their homes.

And as he did so, the barren desert of endless sand seemed to melt away as greenery sprouted throughout the surroundings. There would be grass at their feet and foliage all around them. But their positiones would not change. Alexiel would find herself being strangled by some kind of vines wrapped in the exact manner as the black tentacles, and Decruda would step over a log with the same vines wrapped about it in front of the woman and sit down on top of it.


The terrain itself was all just an illusion; the tentacles were still tentacles, though they appeared as vines, and the log the spellsword would be sitting was actually the dead horse, being strangled by the other tentacles.

He reversed his grip on the scimitar in his right hand and jabbed it's tip into the grass at his feet and put a foot up to his knee; Similar to that of a businessman going straight to business.

"Unless of course, you wish to escape these vines before they squeeze the life out of you." he finished his initial comment, and as if on cue, the tentacles disguised as vines would seem to squeeze harder.

"I have a proposition for you. In exchange for allowing you to live, you must perform a service for me." He produced a scroll from one of the small metals cylinders which hung at his left hip, though the words that were wriiten on it were unreadable to those who did not understand arcane text. It would be a simple geas; a command to perform a service for the spellcaster.

"Unless of course, you're the type who would act all heroic, spit in my face, and scream 'I'd rather die than help you!'" he shrugged with a sly smile.

"I require a genetic sample from the line so named Leviathan." He answered without giving a reason for that was not her business at all.

Decruda brought the scimitar up into the air. A second later, it came down, severing the vine which squeezed at her ribs. It may keep her alive for a moment longer, which may be reason for her to try and escape, but for that reason alone, he placed the blade on her left shoulder, sharpened edge right by her neck.

"Hmm... good point. However, there are other... candidates," he chose his words carefully as he began firing off a few names, all with reputations or were well known in one point of time to have a history to them where their names would be easily recognized, "Sunstrike, Honoraven, Ryugi, Lazenca, Unsane, Tomorrow, Kana, Sierra, Faeriun, Shouyin, and of course, Leviathan."

"This also goes to those with blood ties to such people as I deem appropriate. I require a genetic sample of any one of these people, and for that, I give you life and freedom." he said as his final statement.

"Do you agree, miss...?" he asked, still having not learned the woman's name yet.

Perhaps he should believe her, perhaps not. He just simply couldn't trust someone in such a situation; when someone's life was on the line, they may say things to lower one's guard, only to backstab them the first chance they get. At least thats what Decruda would do. And knowing of such realistic possiblities, he would cast his geas spell.



He began reading the arcane text on the scroll, and as he read, the words burnt off the parchment. With the geas cast, he issued the command given; "You will aquire for me a genetic sample of any of the following or their corresponding bloodline through offspring; Leviathan, Sunstrike, Hono, Ryugi, Lazenca, Unsane, Tomorrow, Kana, Sierra, Faeriun, Shouyin." it was a relatively simple task, giving the woman free will to choose between any of the people named and done at anytime, however, he had something to add to the geas, "Additionally, you will act as my servant, completely under my control when and if necessary until the task is completed or I die." This of course was for two reasons, first off, to make sure she did not grow sick and die if she did not aquire a sample within four weeks, and secondly, to make sure she did not backstab him as soon as he turned his back and the opportunity arises, for the geas would be broken at his death.

All Alexiel had to do now was agree or refuse the terms. If she agreed, the scroll's words would alter to match the command given to be carried out. However, if she refused, the scroll would burn and turn to cinders and dust.

As evil and cruel as the geas was, a smart individual would take note of the loopholes in it which led to a small glimpse of hope; Decruda made the additional command to keep the woman alive from the effects of the spell, which meant that the task may be completed at any time convenient for her. This also leads to the point where his death may break the geas. Given the unlimited amount of time given to her to perform the task, she may wait until he was killed so that the geas was broken before the task was completed, though she wouldnt be able to do so personally.

He turned the scroll in his left hand to face the woman so she can see the effects of her decision as his right hand rose into the air, bringing the scimitar up as it awaited her answer.

Would it be the vines or her neck that would be cut?

Down went the scimitar, away fell a vine, and it turned, swinging around once again to cut another, and another, and another of the vines, until the woman was completely freed. He would then sheath the weapon and roll up the scroll before placing it back into the small metal cylinder at his left hip he had got it from with an evil smile.

"You may go now. I will be back for you later." he said as he turned around and walked through the trees of the veil. The illusion would soonafter disappear, along with the man, leaving the woman in the middle of the desert with two dead animals, whatever supplies Alexiel had, and whatever was inside the bags of the camel.