Chapter B4C37 - Endless Remains
A thick aura of Death Magick permeated the Ossuary as Tyron continued his work. Words of power flowed from his lips and his hands weaved the arcane sigils required to give shape to the magick, each a necessary component of the intricate structure he was attempting to build.
On one side of the Ossuary, recesses filled with bones writhed with energy as they mirrored the ritual he cast upon the bones resting on the altar. Power flowed from Tyron, from the hidden reservoir within himself, and into the remains before him as he continued the ritual. On and on it went, his focus never wavering in the slightest, until at last it was done.
Faintly at first, then with growing strength, Tyron watched as the purple light within the eyes of the skull came alight. The ritual was a success; a new skeletal minion had been completed.
But not just one. From the recesses along the wall of the Ossuary, a full twenty more skeletons rose, all created to the same exacting standard as the anchor minion in front of him.
Taking a breath, Tyron stepped back from the altar and turned to the table he kept within this sanctum. Upon the rough wooden surface sat a large mug filled with water and a small plate of cheese and dried meat. He’d been working for hours, and having something to soothe his throat after a particularly exacting ritual had proven to be a godsend.
Feeling a little better, he turned and ordered his latest minions to assemble before him. Freshly crafted, the link that bound them to him was clear and fluid, a pathway of crystal and gossamer thread compared to what he used to make. Using his enchanted glass, he looked over every inch of each minion, making sure they met his exacting standards.
No errors were expected, but Tyron wouldn’t feel satisfied unless he ensured they were flawless. Well, as flawless as he could make them. For all the progress he had made and all the lessons he had learned, he knew there was still a lot of improvement left in this process.
Where it might be, he couldn’t say. He’d incorporated everything he knew about conduit magick. In fact, given his particular expertise and benefits regarding that branch of magick, he was confident nobody in the entire province could make them better. The bones were meticulously prepared, treated with expensive agents to cleanse, seal and harden the remains. Every corpse had been studied in depth to best determine its strengths and weaknesses, its conductivity with Death Magick assessed.
With their similarly proportioned frames, these twenty skeletons were all suited to the same purpose, and they had been linked together, sharing the magick that each generated with the rest. The enchantments he had bound into each, using an array socketed within its skull, functioned perfectly, gathering and storing energy, converting it to death-aligned magick.