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futurology2016-11-30 07:17 pm
respired) wrote in futurology2016-11-30 07:17 pm
video; un: deathweaver
[ Koltira sits in a comfortable albeit sparsely furnished room, on the edge of a neatly made bed. There's someone sitting with him, but only her hand--slim fingers clasped in his, gold bracelets on her wrist--is visible. He looks to her for a second, his expression briefly unsure, and his long ears twitch at her inaudible (but presumably encouraging) reply.
He clears his throat. ]
Some of you already know this, but I'm told it would be best if I shared the information broadly.
[ He has doubts, but what Olivia wants, Olivia gets.
Koltira raises his free hand. Purplish-black shadows engulf it, shimmering darkly, writhing around his palm. He repeats what he has said to Sieglinde, to Princess Sonia. ]
Those who stand with me do not fall. If you perish in battle--against these slugs or otherwise--I can restore you to life.
[ He makes a fist, and the shadows dissipate. ]
It is a true resurrection, but there are caveats. Firstly, I must reach you quickly. Preferably within a day's time. Second, the process is unpleasant. You will suffer pain, and you will be sick. Likely for almost a week afterwards. Third, it is not guaranteed. Occasionally the Light decrees that our time has come, and the spirit cannot be reunited with the body.
[ Koltira shifts on the bed. The thick duvet is cream-colored, red-checked. Homey. He seems to be in the guest room of a farm house.
Olivia squeezes his hand. ]
This is not an invitation to be reckless. It is merely a safeguard against catastrophe.
[ He pauses, as though thinking about what else to add. His expression goes slightly sour. ]
Again, I stress: it is a true resurrection. You will not be as I am. You will be whole, and you will be hale, once you recover from the trauma of the process.
[ He has the ability to bring them back as undead, of course. He could make them as he is, he could turn them to ghouls. But he wouldn't. Not ever. ]
Still. Try to stay alive.
He clears his throat. ]
Some of you already know this, but I'm told it would be best if I shared the information broadly.
[ He has doubts, but what Olivia wants, Olivia gets.
Koltira raises his free hand. Purplish-black shadows engulf it, shimmering darkly, writhing around his palm. He repeats what he has said to Sieglinde, to Princess Sonia. ]
Those who stand with me do not fall. If you perish in battle--against these slugs or otherwise--I can restore you to life.
[ He makes a fist, and the shadows dissipate. ]
It is a true resurrection, but there are caveats. Firstly, I must reach you quickly. Preferably within a day's time. Second, the process is unpleasant. You will suffer pain, and you will be sick. Likely for almost a week afterwards. Third, it is not guaranteed. Occasionally the Light decrees that our time has come, and the spirit cannot be reunited with the body.
[ Koltira shifts on the bed. The thick duvet is cream-colored, red-checked. Homey. He seems to be in the guest room of a farm house.
Olivia squeezes his hand. ]
This is not an invitation to be reckless. It is merely a safeguard against catastrophe.
[ He pauses, as though thinking about what else to add. His expression goes slightly sour. ]
Again, I stress: it is a true resurrection. You will not be as I am. You will be whole, and you will be hale, once you recover from the trauma of the process.
[ He has the ability to bring them back as undead, of course. He could make them as he is, he could turn them to ghouls. But he wouldn't. Not ever. ]
Still. Try to stay alive.