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((OOC: this ties in with this: http://www.sundren.org/forum/showthread.php?t=9801))
"Os, no, don't open that, you said it might be cur-" Annie began, but already, the bard was reading the first few lines of writing in the sinister looking tome.
"Dammit, no!"
No sooner had his eyes touched upon the text within than he was thrown violently backwards, to collapse in a heap at the foot of the workbench, the book clutched in his hands.
"Os!" She rushed to his side, reaching to fling the book away as if it was a poisonous snake, though it took the help of a visiting follower of Oghma to pry it from his cramping fingers. Worriedly, she watched him spasm once, then lie still.
Kneeling down, she patted his cheek. "Os, are you all right? Talk to me!" You woolheaded lummox, if you've hurt yourself, I'll...
"Nnghhh... Ann... Annie?" Relief flooded her when the bard stirred again after a few moments, his eyes flickering open. He looked more stunned than anything, though there was a wild frightened light in his eyes.
"I saw... terrible things. Children... women... "
"God dammit, what were you thinking?" She flared at him when she was sure he wasn't harmed. He merely groaned and mumbled something that sounded like an apology.
Muttering under her breath, she helped the bard to his feet. Shakily, he stood, resting his hands on the desk to gather his senses back together. The cleric was giving them odd looks, disapproving looks for making such noise in Oghma's Temple. Managing an apologetic grin, Annie turned back to the bard, who was already stooping to pick up the vile tome again. She was half afraid he'd try to read it once more, but he did not, to her vast relief.
He had been vague about just how he had gotten by it, but she did know that it belonged to the necromancer who had by now been spotted on several occasions, and associated among other things with the making of flesh golems. The story the bard had told her seemed too vile by half. He tended to exaggerate, but by the white hot rage in his voice when he told the story, she knew it must be true.
He ripped unborn babies from their mother's womb? Gods... Cybil's babies, no less... unborn life, innocent life... the gods only knew what a necromancer might want with them. Poor Cybil. No matter my feelings about what she did, nobody deserves that! Those poor little things...
Osclow was almost frantic in his attempts to save those babies, as his rash actions regarding the book had shown - and while Annie knew in her heart that the best they could to for them was grant them a peaceful afterlife, she agreed that this necromancer must be stopped. And that foul book might or might not hold the answer...
"It's cursed," the Oghma-Follower told them after she had studied the book's outside for a while - strange markings adorned it, most on the spine, in a script Annie had never before seen. It made her shudder.
"The focus of the curse is here, along those runes on the spine," the woman went on, pointing out the markings with her finger."
Osclow once more took the book and examined it, though he made no move to open it again. "Something to remove the curse," he murmured, laying the book down and heading for the first of the many book shelves spaced out along the temple walls. "There should be something here that holds a solution, now, let's see, where was that manuscript..."
Annie sighed inwardly, eyeing the sheer mass of books and scrolls to go through. This was going to be a long night.
"Os, no, don't open that, you said it might be cur-" Annie began, but already, the bard was reading the first few lines of writing in the sinister looking tome.
"Dammit, no!"
No sooner had his eyes touched upon the text within than he was thrown violently backwards, to collapse in a heap at the foot of the workbench, the book clutched in his hands.
"Os!" She rushed to his side, reaching to fling the book away as if it was a poisonous snake, though it took the help of a visiting follower of Oghma to pry it from his cramping fingers. Worriedly, she watched him spasm once, then lie still.
Kneeling down, she patted his cheek. "Os, are you all right? Talk to me!" You woolheaded lummox, if you've hurt yourself, I'll...
"Nnghhh... Ann... Annie?" Relief flooded her when the bard stirred again after a few moments, his eyes flickering open. He looked more stunned than anything, though there was a wild frightened light in his eyes.
"I saw... terrible things. Children... women... "
"God dammit, what were you thinking?" She flared at him when she was sure he wasn't harmed. He merely groaned and mumbled something that sounded like an apology.
Muttering under her breath, she helped the bard to his feet. Shakily, he stood, resting his hands on the desk to gather his senses back together. The cleric was giving them odd looks, disapproving looks for making such noise in Oghma's Temple. Managing an apologetic grin, Annie turned back to the bard, who was already stooping to pick up the vile tome again. She was half afraid he'd try to read it once more, but he did not, to her vast relief.
He had been vague about just how he had gotten by it, but she did know that it belonged to the necromancer who had by now been spotted on several occasions, and associated among other things with the making of flesh golems. The story the bard had told her seemed too vile by half. He tended to exaggerate, but by the white hot rage in his voice when he told the story, she knew it must be true.
He ripped unborn babies from their mother's womb? Gods... Cybil's babies, no less... unborn life, innocent life... the gods only knew what a necromancer might want with them. Poor Cybil. No matter my feelings about what she did, nobody deserves that! Those poor little things...
Osclow was almost frantic in his attempts to save those babies, as his rash actions regarding the book had shown - and while Annie knew in her heart that the best they could to for them was grant them a peaceful afterlife, she agreed that this necromancer must be stopped. And that foul book might or might not hold the answer...
"It's cursed," the Oghma-Follower told them after she had studied the book's outside for a while - strange markings adorned it, most on the spine, in a script Annie had never before seen. It made her shudder.
"The focus of the curse is here, along those runes on the spine," the woman went on, pointing out the markings with her finger."
Osclow once more took the book and examined it, though he made no move to open it again. "Something to remove the curse," he murmured, laying the book down and heading for the first of the many book shelves spaced out along the temple walls. "There should be something here that holds a solution, now, let's see, where was that manuscript..."
Annie sighed inwardly, eyeing the sheer mass of books and scrolls to go through. This was going to be a long night.
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