Curse
If that legendary duke working in Silverymoon’s consulate found out what his grandson was up to, he would probably jail and hang the youth as soon as possible. He might even have blasted him to smithereens with a disjunction spell. Unfortunately, he’d been swamped with work as they prepared for battle, leaving such a huge disaster to go unnoticed.
That was until that day, that is. Warm sunlight was s.h.i.+ning down on the north, and a few pure white clouds dotted the azure sky to make it look like velvet that was changing patterns.
Eric was in a very good mood that morning. The pressure he’d consistently put on the Neon Merchant Group had let those fools know to compromise. They’d sent him an envelope through hidden channels, which indicated their resolve was weakening.
He believed the letter would be full of flattering words, leaving a small request at the end and an indication that they were willing to offer something in exchange. Compromises between n.o.bles always went along these lines. Thus, at the headquarters of the Blackmoon Merchant Group, he was reclining on his couch with his eyes closed, full of the pride of a victor.
Gloff was stood at his side like a humble servant, and there was another black-robed person in front of him, “All checks have been performed, there’s no problem,” he said as he handed the envelope over.
Naturally, Eric wasn’t a careless person. The black letter had undergone countless tests before it entered his grasp. This man in front was his most trusted subordinate.
The man had a pair of arms so shrivelled one could see pale bone underneath the skin. His eyes had sunk deep, and there seemed to be no muscle on his face. It was like his entire body had been formed of skin and bone, and he stank so badly of decay that even Gloff seemed slightly disgusted. The man’s robes were huge for his build, and a necklace of bone and black pearl flickered with a dull glow as the aura of death and evil spirits emanated from it. This man was obviously a necromancer.
Necromancers liked to play around with bodies and souls, being rejected by the remaining wizards on the continent. Al.u.s.triel, in particular, had set numerous bans on them in Silverymoon, making her rule the most severe in history.
“Since Mentor Adas has spoken, it must be true!” Eric said. With everyone else eager to beat them down, it was enormously difficult for any necromancer to develop. Still, as a result, every single high-ranked necromancer was earth-shatteringly powerful. Even if Adas wasn’t a skeleton lich yet, he was almost at the legendary realm and his proficiency in curses and spirits left no fear of threat behind.
Eric chuckled as he took the envelope from his mentor, tearing it open. This was the moment he was waiting for; the pleas of the defeated always gave him immeasurable delight.
“This&h.e.l.lip;” However, his expression soon changed. The paper inside the envelope was completely blank, with nothing on it. Eric turned it over a few times to confirm, and a feeling of humiliation surged up within him that caused his face to flush red.
“This isn’t even a prank&h.e.l.lip; It’s a challenge! A despicable and weak family like that dares challenge me, the grandson of a legendary wizard and the star of Silverymoon? They will pay in blood!” Eric yelled, and viciously slammed the paper onto the table.
“Ma- Master!” At this moment, Gloff suddenly found something strange. A dark green flame had erupted the moment Eric touched the paper, greedily devouring everything around it.
“Hm? This&h.e.l.lip;” Adas quickly made his move, many magic items on his hands flickering as the spells he’d prepared were launched.
Detect Curse, Holy Defence, Armour of Thorns! Numerous layers of light shrouded Eric, and a teleportation light quickly swallowed the mentor and pupil. The spatial transfer took them straight to their residence at the core of Silverymoon.
“We got the right coordinates. Even legendary beings wouldn’t dare charge into Silverymoon without caution&h.e.l.lip;” Adas glanced at Eric, “Not discovering this new type of curse was my fault..”
“Please don’t say that, Mentor Adas&h.e.l.lip;” Eric was still lenient in front of those with real might. “Without you here, who knows what kind of trouble I would be in now.”
At that point, Eric’s expression changed, “The d.a.m.ned Neon Merchant Group&h.e.l.lip; They actually dare to use such underhanded means. I won’t let them off!”
“I’m actually rather interested in that new curse,” Adas caressed his necklace, “It could actually escape my detections&h.e.l.lip; I hope to return and observe the reactions&h.e.l.lip;”
“That’s not a problem at all. Isn’t Gloff there? He’s the best test subject you could have. With how close he was, he must have been affected by the curse as well&h.e.l.lip;” Eric answered without any hesitation, the only emotion in his eyes exasperation, not pity.
“That stupid dog, I’ll need to find someone to replace it.” Eric waved his arm, and a bit of green light flashed in his eyes.
“Oh! NO!” Only when Adas exclaimed did Eric realise that the green flames had appeared once again, sticking to his fingers like maggots. Thin black lines appeared on his skin, wriggling like they were absorbing his blood.
“How can there be a curse like this? It doesn’t make sense&h.e.l.lip;” Adas felt like everything he knew was coming apart.
Eric’s yells continued to grow louder and louder, until the green flames were done absorbing his blood and swallowed up the dark lines. They continued to blaze in mid-air, the enchanting fires forming a small portal.
It was a sound that n.o.body could describe, one that did not exist in the world and was impossible to recreate. It sounded like a roar that possessed all the resentment and hate of the world, like a low mumble from h.e.l.l that was more evil than the devils and demons combined. It spread out in all directions.
“What- what’s happening to me&h.e.l.lip;” Eric grew dizzy, feeling like there was a fire in his throat. His voice grew incredibly hoa.r.s.e, and he sounded worse than an old bellow.
“You&h.e.l.lip;” All of a sudden, Eric pointed at Adas in fear. The necromancer now had huge tumours growing on his face one after the other, and was becoming obese. Terrifying pus spilled out of the sarcomas, and great corrosive strength began to swallow up his body.
“No&h.e.l.lip;NOOO! I&h.e.l.lip;” Eric looked at his own hands, where abscess the size of gold coins appeared continuously, emitting pus that smelt of decay as they began to explode and corrode his skin. The great pain overwhelmed his senses.
He then lay on the ground, watching Adas who had already turned into bone and could no longer speak. He had once been someone with immeasurable strength, basically a king in the north. Now, however, he couldn’t even cry for help, much less decide life or death. Eric could only watch his body be corroded in total despair, his head swelling into a huge tumour. It went out in a loud explosion, thus ending his life of sin.
Meanwhile, everyone in the prime material plane that was related to Eric by blood was startled to find their bodies filling up with terrifying tumours that ate away at them in but a moment.
Within New Silverymoon’s castle, Queen Al.u.s.triel was gazing at the legendary duke as he made a report.
“These are the logistics of the Nojo defensive line, my Queen&h.e.l.lip;” There were other legendary figures in the hall beside the two, including Old Mage Elminster. They were evidently discussing something extremely important.
The duke looked poised and was about to say something, when his expression changed. His skin turned a terrifying green as a tumour began to grow underneath. It was like a little mouse running around as it scurried around his body.
“Curse!” Elminster was the first to stand up and throw a dispel out. The wizards present here were amongst the best and most powerful in the world, and there were even legendary priests present. Everyone cast spell after spell, as even the duke himself tried all methods to save his life.
However, nothing worked. The rest could only watch as the duke collapsed, crying out in misery.
“A very terrifying curse!” Elminster wrinkled his forehead, using a layer to separate the legendary duke from them. He then turned to look at the duke through the barrier, or perhaps he was looking at the obsidian protection runes on the ground.
“Those are legendary subst.i.tutes that can take out any attacks, poisons, or curses in his stead. However, they’ve lost all effect&h.e.l.lip;” he said to Al.u.s.triel. A trace of fear appeared in his eyes, “Looking at the current situation, even a clone wouldn’t work&h.e.l.lip;”