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Liliana Vess ([personal profile] deathsmajesty) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2024-02-08 01:58 am
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Necromancers Guide to the Undead, Thursday, Period 1

Today, class met in the Danger Shop, and when they opened the door, they found themselves walking into a small village. The buildings of the village were adorned with the pointed arches and half-timbered houses that students of Earth history might associate with medieval Germany, and the large church at one end of the town featured the stained-glass windows, flying buttresses, ribbed vaults, and spires that any fans of Gothic architecture would recognize at once. Next to the church was a forebidding-looking graveyard, with surrounded by a wrought-iron fence. Around the village were peaceful-looking pastures that gave way to deep, forbidding forests full of a dense fog that glowed chromatic colors of dark green, purple, and gray. Further out in the distance were indigo and black mountains with peaks tall enough to disappear in the clouds. Those with particularly keen eyes might notice a large manor house on the horizon, beyond a sinister-looking swamp, a purple banner blowing in the wind.

"Welcome to Wollebank, a shepherding village located in Stensia, a province on the plane of Innistrad," Liliana said with a large grin. "The other week, we discussed the creation of ghosts and spirits. This week--" finally "--we're getting down to the details, that is, the specific kinds of ghosts and spirits there are. Now, there are, of course, numerous types of ghosts when we look at spirits in aggregate over the various planes of the Multiverse, but Innistrad is based on Gothic horror tropes especially prone to the creation of undead, both naturally and not." She gestured above her head and the clouds parted, revealing a large moon hanging on the horizon. "Innistrad's moon, often called Heron Moon, dominates life on Innistra. The moon is a vast desert made ​​of pure silver and its cycle drives the seasons, the hunting patterns of the monsters, the strength of various ghosts and spirits, harvests of the humans, the lycanthropic curse, and the vampiric frenzies."

She gestured again, and this time the night sky parted like a curtain at the theater, revealing a roiling, chaotic mass of energies and colors, like the inside of a hurricane made of pure magic. "And this is the Æther, which, for the purposes of this class, will be given the accurate-enough-I-suppose definition of 'the magical and spiritual essence of the plane.' After death, spirits are intended to rise up and rejoin the Æther, becoming part of part of it once again. The humans on this plane refer to this rejoining as 'the Blessed Sleep,' as they don't really have a concept of the Æther unless they are a high-ranking member of the Church, a powerful enough magic user, or a Planeswalker. They believe once they have obtained this Blessed Sleep, their souls will be forever safe from necromancy. This belief is mistaken, as a powerful enough necromancer can reach into the Æther with their will and collect enough of a person's soul to be a reasonable facsimile of the person they were in life, but we generally don't go advertising that, as Innistradi peasants can sometimes be agitated into picking up torches and pitchforks, and dealing with mobs is hardly anyone's idea of a good time."

Was your teacher speaking from experience? Who knew?

"While many planes, departed spirits are inclined to seek out and rejoin the Æther naturally, more often than not, Innistradi spirits cling to the world of the living, unable or unwilling to depart. Many necromancers theorize that it's the moon's influence that keep all but the strongest spirits earthbound, almost like a spiritual tidal lock, but it's a difficult theory to prove without being able to affect the moon." Remember that sentence, class! It was going to turn out to be a helpful example of dramatic irony! "Therefore, one of the responsibilities of the hordes of angels that infest this plane is to escort the willing souls of the departed up to rejoin the Æther. However, even when they're not too sad to do their damn job--" cue much eyerolling from your teacher "--there are plenty of souls that make the transition to ghosts anyway. Most mortals cannot see the various kinds of ghosts and spectres that exist around them, but I've programmed it so that you can."

A snap of her fingers and the clouds rolled back over the sky, obscuring the Æther, once more, and instead of the class standing in an empty landscape, now there were ghosts in a variety of appearances drifting about. "On most planes, spirits primarily draw upon either white mana, for your friendly, helpful types, or black mana, for your inimical, hungry ghosts. Innistrad also sees ghosts that draw upon blue mana, which are more the trickster types, and red mana, that are the bloodthirsty, vengeful types. Today, you're going to explore this section of Stensia and see what you can learn about ghosts and ghost lore."

This was much kinder than Liliana's own early lessons in necromancy, where she had done this exact type of thing, but for real.
stykera: (let me help you)

Re: Sign in 02/08

[personal profile] stykera 2024-02-08 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Stark
what_big_teeth: (look up uncertain)

Re: Sign in 02/08

[personal profile] what_big_teeth 2024-02-08 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Eleanor Zarrin
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Re: Sign in 02/08

[personal profile] wildgalegirl 2024-02-08 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Charlie Gale
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Re: Sign in 02/08

[personal profile] gospel_of_oblivion 2024-02-08 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Illyana Rasputin
stykera: (hmm)

Re: Handout

[personal profile] stykera 2024-02-08 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Stark was studying his handout carefully, deep in thought. Any frowning was just from thinking.
gospel_of_oblivion: (half-made of shadows)

Re: Handout

[personal profile] gospel_of_oblivion 2024-02-08 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Illyana read over the list, lips quirking in amusement at the sheer coincidence that so many of the same types of spirit had the same names across the multiverse.
stykera: (this is upsetting)

Re: Explore: The Village

[personal profile] stykera 2024-02-08 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
This reminded Stark of Valdon. Not pleasant memories. But at least these spirits didn't feel real. He knew they weren't.

That didn't stop him from wanting to help them, or at least comfort them a little. They looked and sounded real enough.
stykera: (waiting for the worst)

Re: Explore: The Fields

[personal profile] stykera 2024-02-08 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Stark was drawn, unsurprisingly, towards the wounded young woman. He knew she wasn't real but she also so obviously needed help that he was compelled to at least try to offer her something.

The bat made him flinch, every time.
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Re: Explore: The Fields

[personal profile] stykera 2024-02-08 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Stark was not above yelling in surprise/shock/fright. Especially when attacked by a very realistic seeming spirit.

The shivering might take a while to pass.
stykera: (ok)

Re: Explore: The Fields

[personal profile] stykera 2024-02-08 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are they usually strong enough? Or would me being myself make a difference? Make me easier for them to interact with?"
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Re: Explore: The Fields

[personal profile] stykera 2024-02-08 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"There aren't many of us," Stark said quietly. "But I've never met a you, either."
stykera: (uneasy)

Re: Talk To Liliana

[personal profile] stykera 2024-02-08 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is the whole world like that?" Stark asked once they'd returned to the classroom. "Always?"
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Re: Talk To Liliana

[personal profile] stykera 2024-02-08 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"So full of spirits. Trapped spirits. Is it everywhere? Or certain places?"