“A undead worgen,” said Keelath. He seems to have
regained his composure, though his Scourge-blue eyes are still burning
angrily. “Very unusual…is that then why you can still taste your wine,
and feel…warm?” He flexes his hand again.
Mirium looks up, glancing between the two of them with a slight frown.
Malcotin smiles and nods. “Not at first, it took
years of experimentation and trial and error. It was she who finally
ended my pathetic life. Through her experiments and her malice…” He
pauses to reflect. “I was revived and offered a choice. She became quite
enamored of me. Her desire was to use me as a slave to her depraved
lust.” he continued with obvious disgust.
It was clear that Malcotin was not exactly returning his mentor’s proclivity. He was aware that not every relationship devolved into such practices. He had the grace to blush. “Forgive me please if I offended you, Ma’am.” He finished his brandy and held his glass up for a refill.
Mirium’s expression turns very odd, somewhere
between the confused feelings of disgust, intrigue, pity, and anger.
Keelath glances at her briefly.
“I see,” he said coolly to Malcotin. “I’ve heard of charms to make
one more…tolerable to sleep beside. Against the chill and the
restlessness,” he adds when Mirium snorts.
“You didn’t offend me,” Mirium says quietly. “That sounds awful to have gone through.”
The memories had been buried a long time, and
Malcotin struggled to banish them. “It was…and I survived. Many things
changed, the most important being, I escaped. I had learned enough from
her to continue the research, even after she herself was arrested and
executed in Silvermoon for her illegal activities. She offended one of
the Magisters who subsequently had her arrested. The trial was brief and
a total conviction. Oddly enough, not for her research into undeath.
But for her alchemy that allowed her to corner a market for…love
potions.” he snorted as he recalled. “She managed to undermine and anger
a wealthy Sindorei who took grave offense and acted accordingly.”
When they arrived to dismantle her labratory, I escaped in the chaos of her undead minions trying to protect her assets. Even they had no defense when the magisters mana bombed the place. I made it out just in time. And only because the minions were encoded with a directive to protect me as well. I went out of an underground tunnel and escaped to the Plagued Lands. I was lucky enough to make it to the Light’s Hope Chapel and safety.”
“Magisters,” mutters Keelath. “Always messing with things they should not.” He looks away, dismissive.
Mirium looks thoughtful on the other hand. “To mana-bomb an entire residence…it must have been bad. I don’t guess any of the other servants made it?”