I got a little side tracked watching my skeletal spiders hard at work, they act sort of like a hive mind, except one of them stopped doing that. Weird little things these three, but it just seems to be their nature as they begin spinning and attempting to weave. It was oddly cute in a way on skeletal spider like things could be, but that is getting off track far too much for my purpose. I leave the spiders to their work and turn towards my angry as sin suit of armor. He seems to have continued to mellow into a smoldering hatred, which I don’t know if that is better for me or not. I poke him a few times to get his attention but he wholeheartedly ignores me so I think I am going to have to get more intense with it. I sigh internally for a second before I force a mental connection with him, much to his suprise and annoyance.
“What do you want jailer?” he all but spits, though not for a lack of trying from what I can tell.
“I have a proposition and a gift” I bring myself about eye level with him and he is staring into me. I think at least, hard to tell since neither of us have eyes to do much conventional staring with.
“more punishments to suffer?” he seems rather annoyed by this, and I can’t really blame him, this whole thing was his father’s plan to get back at them, weather he knows that yet or not.
“well the offer is something simple, at some point I want you to be the boss of this area I am working on” His interest suddenly becomes very intense, seems he might know a thing or two of what I am offering. “when I eventually get this camp and the surrounding area finalized I want you to be the one to be in charge. Now this is something you can refuse, you are an aware soul and I won’t force anything on you beyond defending me. This does come with a major power bonus and some extra freedom from what I can tell though.” He seems to nod at that and really begin to consider the offer.
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“and the gift?” he isn’t acting hostile anymore, but I can feel a bit of that seething hatred in the pit of his stomach….uh breastplate? Whatever, I can sense that hatred and I was slightly rethinking my plans, but I have made it this far.
“I want to give you a name, more specifically, I want to give you back your name.” He seemed to be preparing some kind of snide remark but that stops him in his tracks. Seems I managed to suprise him with what I had planned to do, and he wasn’t prepared for this, making him pause and reconcider. “I have already given your sister her name, from when she lived, and I thought it only fair I do the same for you. I have been waiting on it since you are...rather aggressive towards me and what I have done.”
“of course I have been you cursed hole in the ground, you have bound me to you and stripped my freedom, anyone would be.” I can’t help but agree with him, for his sister it felt more like an employment contract, his situation felt far darker. I am starting to get an idea as to why undead dungeons are seen less favorably then others. “but if you are willing to give me my name back, then maybe I will see you more favorably with time.” He nods at me before speaking. “Ortheon” I give the name a few passes in my mind, thinking through what I am supposed to be.
“Then I give you the name Ortheon” I can feel the power flow slowly from myself into him, oddly enough, it feels less violent and intense then the last few times. I can see the [Aether] condensing around him and entering into him, then begin solidifying into a rough gem where his heart would be. Quite the location, since it would be the most defended place on his body right now, so it is unlikely he would get one tapped. Differences to how the core and [Aether] formed within him aside, something else interesting was occurring. The armor he was made of was of middling quality and slightly rusted and old. The energy was reforming the armor into higher quality, patching up small holes and dents, and cleaning off rust. It’s interesting to watch, seeing how the armor went from kinda alright and fairly old, to kind of old yet pretty well made. Fascinating all things considered.
Well that was rather nice to do, and I feel he did deserve this, since he did do well for me against the wyverns. Though I feel suspicious about how he is inspecting himself, and the fact I have less control over him then before. He is definitely checking the boundaries of what he can do with this loosened leash, and I can feel my mind tensing. He doesn’t do anything though, since he was focusing on what he can do and think, making notes to himself. I slowly turn away from him my mind wandering to other plans. I shouldn’t have, since the moment I defocused I felt something like a sharp spike in my mind, and I was instantly brought back to him and how he was trying to force his will on me. Interesting choice friend.
