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    Horse! It's A Horse, Right?

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    Horse! It's A Horse, Right?

    Post by Mortis on Mon Nov 16, 2015 8:39 am

    Time: Early Morning
    Date: July 30, 0005

    "Better yet, sssend the two men, Sssam and Josssh, to collect the beassstsss of burden. Jen and Maurice will be proficient enough to gather the variousss resssourcesss by themssselvesss."
    "I will get Sssam and Josssh sssome ropesss to tie the animalsss with."

    An entire night they had been left, the cover of darkness theirs to take and use to seek out any and all beasts of burden to be enthralled to their will. A long drive back to the farm, the Judges in tow with the two women who had been tasked with gathering supplies for the upcoming trip, their haul satisfactory for their needs.

    thump!

    KARR's passenger side door was slammed shut, the rising sun painting patterns of gold and red upon both the sky and the earth as it peeked over the horizon. A brisk morning, cool despite the summer's usual heat crept across the farmstead, although whether it was truly an effect of the weather or something more unnatural was yet to be seen.

    "I ssshall ready the animalsss, your formulae for converting beasstss via the deadfluidss sshall not be wasssted." The sheep skulled Judge hissed, his taloned feet already stamping across the dusty earth to the barn. From within, his senses tingled at numerous heart beats, pulses, the sheer amount of life that huffed and snorted behind its doors. For a moment it teased him, his clawed hands crackling as they flexed eagerly. Even if they were mindless beasts, the thought of one last purge before they made their long, tedious trek to the south was tantalizing.

    He grew closer, and the beasts seemed to grow a stabbing sense of dread. Hooves stomped, lips curled and flat teeth bared themselves as the animals grew restless, pulling at their ropes and snorting restlessly. Ah, they knew who came to visit, they were aware of the deadly force which lay beyond the flimsy barn door... In fact, the thing barely stood on its hinges, both of the painted slabs of plywood hanging crookedly after having borne the brunt of their vehicle's swift and powerful fury. Something traveled along with his sickly aura, a presence that slithered like a serpent upon the air and burrowed its way into each and every one of the agitated animals within.Sssssh... Calm yoursssselvesss... It hissed, like a soothing whisper it hushed their stamping and snorting, at least for time being. Mortis did not need his host trampled by any unruly creatures this morning.

    Pushing aside the barn door, the morning sun was just high enough to illuminate some of the animals Sam and Josh managed to bring with them.

    Horses, mostly. Big, sturdy draft mares stood quietly within the barn, warmed by their bodies that were surprisingly grouped tightly together. How many were in here, seven, eight horses in all?

    Moo!

    The Dark Judge craned his neck at the odd sound out of all the puffing and deep breathing. Looks like they managed to rope an ox in with them. Nine beasts of burden, and thus only nine tries to get the ritual correct. He turned and looked out to the car, where Sam and Josh were busy unloading some of the supplies from KARR's boot. "Josssh! I have need of you." The ghoul hissed, one of his rancid talons curling in a beckoning manner. The way that his skull tilted and a curt hiss escaped his teeth did not ease any of the unease that settled within the man's mind at his voice, setting a few boxes of what looked to be some sort of crisps within Sam's already burdened arms.

    "Here, take these for a moment."

    "Whu-?!" The young man stumbled under the sudden burden, teetering off to set the boxes with the cart while Josh lumbered off to see what one of their Dark honors wished of him.

    "Soo, ah, what do you need?" He asked, one thick arm moving to rub his hand over the other, looking up at the ghoul with a sort of anticipation. And not the good kind.The sheep-skulled ghoul moved aside, one long, bony arm pointing itself in the direction of the animals. His presence grew stifling as he addressed the man, settling upon his shoulders like a heavy, nauseating weight. For a moment the man's eyelids fluttered and he forced himself to withhold from gagging. Ah, it delighted the dark Judge to no end...

    "Ssss... Get the animalsss down to the cellar to be transssformed." He looked to the back, eyeing the one bovine among a lake of equines. "The ox firssst, It would make for a fitting trial run." It looked to be the same mass and density as the draft horses within the barn, it would suffice perfectly for their needs.

    "Ah-alright." Josh replied, refusing to question the ghoul's orders as he waded his way to the back of the snorting beasts to untie the ox "Come along, Bo. It'll be alright." A lie, he knew, but anything to get the animal walking. Though he could not find it strange that it did not fuss or panic despite the towering undead lingering within the doorway.

    Though once he came back to the front of the barn, ox in tow, the Judge was nowhere to be found. Unwilling to waste any time standing around and waiting for the cultists, Mortis had already shambled down to the cellar and started mixing up the proper brew, as his brother had managed to figure out.
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    Re: Horse! It's A Horse, Right?

    Post by Mortis on Tue Nov 17, 2015 1:24 am

    "Bring in the next one." Mortis hissed, a shrill protest of metal echoing through the cellar as the undead adjusted a few of the cranks, shutting down the massive sprawl of piping for the time being before he shambled back over to a nearby desk. Or more, an old chemical-stained tool bench that served as a desk. Upon it was a notebook, open to a series of chemical formulae, note, and some journal-esque scrawling.

    Hm, looks like his brother had put in a few diagrams as well. Or what the Dark Judge could figure to be a diagram. His skull tilted slightly at a crude rendering of a skeletal sheep in one corner of the page, before returning to look at a few choice notes that had been circled in red ink. The ones that had been marginally successful, bridges between their goals and what little they knew of the Sister's magic. Hm... Acids were an important part of the mix, the base of their fluids even, but to make something undead, immortal... There were a few things they were missing. The ghoul remembered a time, albeit brief, when he had taken up a curiosity in the Sister's magic after they had successfully turned Sidney undead. There was one thing the ghoul had taken note of during their transformations; In order for them to be successful, their bodies had to be in a state of near ripeness already.

    The corrosive ungents, the poisons, all of them were preparations to make their bodies capable of becoming hosts. An important detail, but one that he could not expect his brother to perform on his lonesome. He lacked the touch, you see.

    Taking up a pen, Mortis put a bullet in one of the empty lines, leaving the space open.

    Bones and partially melted flesh were moved aside, a space quickly cleared for the next subject of their hasty experimentation. They had to get moving soon, and they had already gone through three of the draft animals that the cultists had managed to lead back to the farmstead.

    Clop! Clop! Clop!

    Heavy hooves clattered down the steps, the acrid air stirred by the beast's deep huffs and snorts. Even with the soothing spell that Mortis had cast over the horse's mind, its ears flicked back and its nostrils flared at the stink of burned meat and acidic fumes. This one was a large black mare, stocky and strong. It would make for a perfect means of pulling their cart once she was turned. "Bring her to the center." He hissed, stepping away from the notebook as Josh lead the animal to the middle of the cellar. Again, there was a biting chill as the Dark Judge's aura reach forward and grasped the simple beast's mind, keeping it still as he approached. "Ssss... You two have chosssen well, thisss one iss a fine ssspecimen." He commended, his talons reaching out to idly run themselves through the animal's mane.

    "Y-you really think so?" Josh moved to his station, standing near one of the levers that activated the spray nozzles. 'Thanks, your honor, that means a lot-"

    "Sssilence. We are not here for a heart-to-heart." He rasped, his hands traveling up to grasp the horse's long, powerful face. There was a flex, and swiftly the animal's flesh started to wither and rot away, hide grew tight upon its steadily purifying form. the only thing that kept the animal from screaming out was the firm grip that the Judge's will held over its mind and body. It gave a weak wheeze, once powerful limbs diminished to skin and bone before finally...

    WHUMP!

    It collapsed on the floor of the cellar, rolling onto her side as the mare found it could no longer summon the strength to stand or do move much at all, for that matter. Perfect. Now there was only one last thing to do. The spirit had to be removed, made eternal before any error could be made and the procedure once again be made null. Like them, the soul needed to be outside the body before it could reenter the host... Hm. he may not have been a Sister of death, or a cultist, but the journey through the eye of oblivion and back into unlife granted one some priceless insights.

    Kneeling next to the emaciated beast, Mortis allowed his talons to rest upon the creature's withered head, focusing before reaching into it's very skull. Down, down, until he grasped the very essence of its being. It's soul. It isss time... He hissed, coaxing it forward from its withering vessel. Follow me. A sense of calm carried from him and into the beast, soothing its anxious thoughts until it drifted into a deep sleep. From there, the undead lead it on, through time and space, through fiery heat and icy chill, and further through ways only he knew...

    Until the horse's very spirit came out the other side, eternal with its final sighing breath. A draining task, but one he thought, no, knew was necessary. However, with the cultists around, there was no time to rest. So far as these mortals knew, they did not need rest, they did not tire nor were they ever drained from any activity.

    Stepping away from the emaciated beast, Mortis returned to his position next to the contraption's control panel, pulling a few levers and turning the crank. "On my command." He graveled, giving the beast a final glance before turning his empty gaze to Josh. Pressure gauges rocketed, and the pipes shuddered as the mix of acids flowed through them. Nearby the horse's spirit bobbed and tossed its head, a haunting nicker echoing about the cellar like a moaning winter's breeze.

    "Now!' He commanded, the two pulling their respective levers at once. There was a sharp hiss and an acrid, overpowering stink on the air as the chemical mixture rained down upon the dying beast, nary a cry nor whimper given as the dead fluids flowed over it. "Let the dead fluidsss flow... Let the corpssse ripen!' He chanted, steam rising from the carcass as the deadly concoction went to work. Steam roiled up from the concrete floor, and soon the stink of burning, rotten flesh filled the air alongside it. Strips of withered black hide floated on the swill like an oily film, alongside what remained of its bodily fluids.

    "Ssss..! Enough!" He rasped, and the machine was quickly shut down, the corroded shower heads that made for makeshift spray nozzles slowly dripping as the steam started to clear. The ghoul's skull quickly whipped over to the horse's spirit. "Enter now! Fill thisss ssoulless carcasss!" He commanded, and the beast complied, swiftly reuniting with its body. With it, Mortis stepped forward, craning his head towards the rotted, dead-fluid infused corpse. Nothing stirred, not a hollow breath nor flick of its acid-eaten ears. His tail flicked, and the Dark Judge took another step forward.

    This had to work, he had followed the principles of their ritual to a tee!

    "Sssss! Arissse! He chanted, his claws reaching skyward. Arise you damnable beast, prove the Judge's hypothesis correct! The ghoul strode forward, a series of irritable hisses puffing from his teeth. He had followed the formula, he had done all that was needed to make this ceremony a success! "Ssss! Why won't you rissse! Get up, I command it of you! UP! NOW!" He snarled, wheeling one clawed foot back to give the deceased animal a swift kick in the ribs. Like thunder it swung forward, the fury of the lawful dead behind it-!

    Snrt!

    Just as quickly as he moved his foot, he halted it with a loud crackle of ancient flesh. Tendons popped and joints groaned from the effort it took to halt Mortis' wrath, and instead it came to rest on the floor among the steady trickle of deadfluids. Did he hear a snort? The ghoul leaned down some, tilting his head as he eyed the beast, scrutinizing it's rotted form.

    Then there was a twitch, its hooves giving a minute flex before the rest slowly, heavily, started to move. Though it could not be seen, something stirred within its empty eye sockets, and the horse lifted its now skeletal head. It-it worked! "Sssss!" Mortis stepped back from the horse, now as immortal as they were and watched as it rolled onto its belly and shakily rose to its hooves as if awakening from a deep slumber. "Yessss! He shrieked, the bony length of his tail whipping from side to side. Despite his enthusiasm however, the ghoul knew better than to assume the beast to be purposeful for their needs so soon. He watched as it tossed the excess fluids out of what strands remained of its mane, giving a few curious steps around the cellar.

    "S-she looks pretty solid." Josh commented, leaning away as the undead horse came to sniff at his face despite lacking proper nostrils. It's broad skull tilted some as it 'smelled' nothing of interest on the man's face, and decided to search the pockets of his pants instead for a treat. Carefully he pushed its bony nose away, all too mindful of the acids that coated its body.

    "Indeed." The ghoul rasped offhandedly, already jotting down his findings into the notebook. "Take her up to the cart. Bring down the next one after you're done." His orders given, Josh took the rope and started to lead the beast back up the stairs, the first in a long line of failed experiments that managed to be successful.

    All they needed were three more, and they would be set. A team worthy of the lawful dead.

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