Sirican and Haroen

[Wathok]

Sirican tells you 'I am not a slave, but a servant.'

Sirican tells you 'I willingly gave myself to him, for my son.'

Sirican tells you 'Now I serve him willingly, faithfully still.'

Sirican tells you 'Irumeru would have me slain for merely existing.'

You tell Sirican 'You gave your life, this is true., but I think... there is a w

ay that you could become what you once were.'

You tell Sirican 'Perhaps even more.'

You tell Sirican 'Well, it is difficult to immagine, but perhaps you could prove

this with one of Irumeru's servants standing with you. Clearly you are not evil

, as you once offered to help me close up that old wound.'

You tell a Sirican 'If I were to stand with you before him, and even to the

extreame to become blood brothers, you could become human once more.'

A Sirican tells you 'However you refused my offer.'

You tell a Sirican 'I said I would look into it.'

A Sirican tells you 'Ah, so will you do it then?'

Sirican tells you 'Allow me to aid you.'

You tell Sirican 'Through that, there is a chance I to could be turned, but perh

aps if I put the faith into you and show Irumeru that his followers trust you, p

erhaps he would grant you another chance.'

You tell Sirican 'You mean through a blood bond, like we discussed before.'

You tell Sirican 'Hmm?'

Sirican tells you 'Indeed.'

You tell Sirican 'Very well.'

You say 'Has this been done before?'

Sirican says 'My dear Haroen,'

Sirican says 'To avoid..'

Sirican says 'A nasty reaction, go to sleep.'

You say 'Out of curiosity?'

Sirican bites you!

Sirican says 'Yes, it has been done before.'

You ponder the question.

You say 'What now?'

Sirican says 'Patience.'

Sirican says 'Do you feel that?'

You say 'Not sure...'

You stumble as all vitality begins to leave your body

Sirican peers at you intently.

You say 'There is something there..'

You say 'Aye... there it goes.'

Sirican says 'You are feeling..'

Sirican says 'Weak.'

Sirican says 'Having trouble even walking.'

You stand up.

Sirican smirks.

Sirican says 'Such is normal.'

Sirican says 'This is no quick process.'

Sirican says 'Life fights for its right to dominance.'

You nod.

Sirican says 'Though in the end, it will fail.'

Sirican smirks.

Sirican says 'You feel that?'

You say 'Indeed.'

Sirican says 'A new wound even.'

Sirican says 'One must be at their worst, before the healing can begin.'

Sirican licks the blood from his face and smacks his lips

Sirican gets a bladder from a sack of elven skin.

Haroen holds out his arm to Sirican.

Sirican puts a potion of blood in a sack of elven skin.

Sirican gets the barrel from a sack of elven skin.

You say 'My blood for your soul.'

Sirican pours blood from a bladder into the barrel.

Sirican gives you the barrel.

Sirican says 'Have a drink.'

Sirican puts a bladder in a sack of elven skin.

You frown disapprovingly.

You say 'Blood?'

Sirican nods at you in agreement.

Sirican says 'Perfection, isn't it?'

You say 'I wouldn't quite say that.'

Sirican gets a potion of blood from a sack of elven skin.

You say 'I prefer the meals I pray for.'

You chuckle politely.

Sirican smirks.

You say 'Though, that won't help me right now.'

Sirican says 'Perhaps,'

Sirican says 'Though some are stubborn in their ways.'

You ponder the question.

Sirican looks at you.

You say 'So this is what it is like, hmm?'

Sirican says 'Somewhat.'

You say 'Though, I am not exactly like you.'

Sirican says 'You are a lesser version of what the Dark Lord can do.'

Sirican says 'I am not as powerful as he.'

You nod.

Sirican says 'Though it is enough, for our purposes.'

Sirican looks at you.

Haroen looks at his side

You say 'The wounds edges... they are black.'

You ponder the question.

Haroen turns to sirican

Sirican says 'Yes, Haroen?'

You say 'Tis odd.'

Sirican says 'Hrmm?'

You say 'A funny tibgling sensation around the wound.'

You say 'Tingling, rather.'

Sirican says 'Do you enjoy this, sensation?'

You say 'It is neither painful, nor pleasurable, it just is...'

Someone speaks with a snarl, 'The wound is healed though, is it not?'

Someone moves closer in an attempt to inspect your wound.

You say 'It stays like it normally does, just a funny color.'

You say 'Though, it is not reopening in your presence.'

You say 'Normaly contact with the unlife would split my side back open.'

You ponder the question.

You rest.

Someone lowers his head in a solemn nod.

You say 'Therefore it is an improvement.'

Someone chuckles politely.

You say 'I can't help but wonder though... what are the consiquences.'

Someone reverts back to his natural form.

You say 'What if it is to open when I am around life now.'

Someone says 'Consequences..'

Someone says 'It depends on what you feel negative.'

Someone says 'The blood of the undead will eventually leave you.'

Someone says 'Though you will forever keep a piece.