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[Armoured Priest]

Sethis quickly extracted himself out of the pile of dirt and refuse, brushing and shaking off what clinged to his coat and mask. "That's not what I meant you Dummkopf!" Sethis grumbled to himself. With most of the debris cleaned off of him, he goes to the door and sees if it opens, hoping to slip in before the ghouls decided they where interested in him.

[Thugren]

the door doesnt budge and you notice an undead turns , looking at you for a full moment before it lets out a hiss of warning to its herd.

 

 

Slowly , and almosty at once the undead turn , and begin lurching toward you

[Armoured Priest]

" Ernst nehmen? Keine wirklich?" Sethis said in disbelief as the undead started coming at him. Seeing just how many there were and how the door wasn't going to open anytime soon, He looked up to the roof ledge and decided to tried to warp up to that spot rather then stay on the ground where it was easy for them to get him.

[Thugren]

you land on the roof much harder than you anticipatedm and the aged and eroded tile give way under your feet, sending you crashing into the room below

[Armoured Priest]

Once again, sethis picked himself and dusted off the worst off his uniform with disgruntled hisses. "There must be some force working against me today." He said to himself, convinced that was the source of his misfortune. He looked around to have a better idea of his surroundings.

[Thugren]

the room is sealed, covered in dust, and almsot completely dark.

 

Int the shadows, old musty tomes , papers and the like sit on decaying shielves, hidden from the light of the outside world

[Armoured Priest]

"Wait, what is this? Record keeping?" he wondered to himself as he looked over the myraid shelves around him. He coughed a few times due to the dust as he walked up to one and started carefully examining some of the tomes. 'This all feels a little too familiar, as in the vault room kind.' he thought as see if he could make since of it before another distraction appeared.

[Thugren]

wordas grab your attention

 

Luiber daemonica.

 

Necronomica.

 

Walpurgis

 

The darkest tom,es, hidden from the wrold after the nazis fall.

 

YOu read about these books when krausus spoke of the old nazis. The dark pccult practices that the nazis used to keep the front going when all resources had been expended. Before you stood the loast remanntss of the reichs research . a veritable library of black knowlege

[Armoured Priest]

"Sometimes I wonder if I should stop saying my thoughts out loud....." He said as walked the aisles for a little bit, exploring to see just how vast the hidden library was. "How was this place overlooked? By everyone? The archives back in Reichstag seemed to have a complete collection, yet I never seen any of these before." he questioned as he stopped in front an impressive collection of hard backed books. Taking off his cap and mask off first, Sethis gingerly picked on of them and examined it's rune covered exterior. ".....I know that they do work, I seen it myself." he said quietly to himself. He slowly opened the book. "We're in similar situation, and these can be far more versatile and useful then the poisons we came for in the first place." he began reasoning to himself. "Could.....Should we?" he posed the question to no one in particular as he went through the aged parchment pages. "......Or is it do I want to?" he added. He already knew the answer to that, for it was the same one he asked himself several years ago. Shadow hands emerged from his person as they grabbed other books and opened them, acting as a huge display for Sethis to look at all of them.

[Thugren]

the books slam closed as if closed by a win and krausus looks at you.

 

"Dont."

 

Krausus says simply.

 

"ive no issue going down this road....But its something we really have to talk about....Absolutely no choices are to be made until we talk this out."

[Armoured Priest]

"Well, you forced my full undivided attention bruder." he said, gesturing at all the now closed books in front of both of them. "Would you like to start first? You probably have......a lot to say." Sethis asked him, not sure where this was going with his brother. If some of these work, it would be of much more use then aged and decaying poisons they were orginally here for. "......Wait, did you know this was here?" he asked next.

[Thugren]

Krausus nods.

 

"The library back home was a direct copy of these books. These books where here after the war and left should a time arise that the reich needed them.Back in the original Furhers reign black magiks where used to give an edge to the war, a sharper bayonette when resources got bad. But when science started taking priominence, these books where decried and forgotten. If we open this path Sethis. There is no going back. Well be tampering with the same energies nightmare commands ...But older...This is old world magik brother. Not the rewritten, tampered stuff weve worked with."

[Armoured Priest]

"It's either this, or we will likely just end up as a number on a casualty statistic after the war Aldolfo seems so intent on after absorbing the Reich..." Sethis sighed. "I'm not sure about you...but this seems like the most likely way forward if we want to survive, let alone have a chance at winning bruder." he told him. ".....Think it's probably a good time for me to ask you about you and your views, and the Reich views bruder." he now said. It was something they only ever briefly touched on before, but he knew they had differing...thoughts on subjects. Such as mutants. 

[Thugren]

krausus turns and the bopoks opening with snaps.

 

The pages glow and an odd chanting fills the air.

 

 

"Strip to bare chest and bdus."

 

HE says without answering a single querstion.

 

"Now isnt the time.....I have to do this while i remember the words."

[Armoured Priest]

Sethis sighed as he complied with his brother's order, wondering if he was being truthful or just making an excuse for the moment. "Fine, but it's still something we need to address, not ignore." he said. Taking off his face mask, hat, and coat and giving it to a standing shadow cop he stood and waited for whatever was about to happen next. A jagged scar from the blade of the still unknown assassin that killed both of them was visible due to the discoloration and deformation of the scales, along with the areas subjecated to surgical incisions and slices. It was going to take some sheds for them to fade.

[Thugren]

the boobks glow, and a dark ominous fog begins to spill from all the books.

 

 

Sulfur, sulfur and shadows fill your world. Hundreds of leering eyes cover the walls and ground, angry jeering voices fil lyour mind for a moment before a single world is utterd,

 

 

"Embrace."

 

The world seems to explode, all at once the yeys engulf you and run along your scales. Intricate runes are carved ontyo your scales in flawless scripts. Tales and chants, odessies and canticles.

 

Krausus stands above you, chantin g in a low voice as a figure stands above him. The figure was human sized, but it stood wrong. It stood with an impossible swagger, confident with every fiber of its being. Runes and languages matching scarwls on krausus begin to glow as the figure seems to chant on its own, mimicing the words krausus says.

 

Another sound catches your attention. A figure, she stands in the darkness watching patient, her dark purple eyes focused on you.

 

Impossibly the shadows swirl around her, obident, docile. SHe walks to where krausus stands and reaches past him, touching the shadowy figure and whispering something. 

[Armoured Priest]

Every muscle in Sethis' body tensed as he felt both what seemed like hundreds of scorching needles danced on his scales and a bitter cold wave that followed them as the fog of eyes played on and around him. Even with what was happening around him and his efforts to stay still standing up, his eyes caught the dark figure of the thing looming over his brother and woman that stood near the two. 'Is she...controlling those shadows?' he wondered, excited by the idea that he was not the only one with his abilities, briefly before it was swept away by all the other thoughts and the sensations that flooded his mind by whatever ritual was taking place.

[Thugren]

The woman looks at you for one terrible moment. Worlds end in her eyes, black holes fade out, demons fall to their nknees, and you notices, she is a serpent.

 

The shadows bow, fallinbg back and taking the shape of countless nazi soldgiers as you notice krausues words begin to rise.

 

Promises, rights of damnation and promises of power. The figure behind him seems to grow in power, swelling with impossible strength as it lets out a roar that seems to shake the world around it.

 

"Sethis..."

 

The woman hisses .

 

"My darling boy.......You are doing well."

[Armoured Priest]

It was only after her statement that sethis was able to shake off the state of awe his mind was from both the visions that flashed and what was happening around him. 'Ok, you know me. But do I know you?' he thought to himself as the ritual continued. He wanted to ask out loud, wondering who the varghen serpent was but feared disturbing the process and so remained silent in the din of noise echoing in the archive room, tilting his head slightly as a physical clue to his confusion to her words. She obviously knew him, and it also seems like she knows Kraussus as well. But what he did know was that he wasn't as alone as he used to think he was, which now stoked even older questions back to the fore of his thoughts.

[Thugren]

with no answers, the vison fades, you slump to your knees as if you had no bones in your legs.

 

The world fades back into view, and krausus stands looking at the shelves, still clothed, running his hands over the pages as if memorizing the words by touching them