(In conquest hold, at Gorfrunch's completion of his tale upon Hoober's return)
[Gorfrunch]: *Gorfrunch sits back and grins, having finished his tale.*
[Hoober]: It seems we've both had our trials.
[Mido]: Mido looks down at the table, picking up the paper mana wyrm and inspecting it curiously.
[Hoober]: *A rat rounds a corner. Hoober jumps to his feet, and sets it ablaze with shadowy flame - and extracts its tiny rodent soul, basking in the strength it gives*
[Zeverus]: [Glances at Hoober's actions.] "Careful there, Hoober. Don't want to become like one of those soul vampires up north."
[Hoober]: While that is a valid concern, it is more important to be concerned with the strength of my own soul.
[Mido]: Mido tries to unfold the mana wyrm. "How do you strengthen a soul?"
[Hoober]: Do not turn down this path, mage.
[Zeverus]: "In his case? By using other souls to fill in the gaps." [Points a thumb at Hoober.] "Messy business, really."
[Hoober]: *nods*
[Mido]: Mido stares at the unfolded piece of paper, beginning to try to mimic Zeverus's actions. "Quite.. unfortuante."
[Hoober]: Without them, I might be returned to the nether. Without them, I cannot weild this power flowing through me.
[Hoober]: My body is saturated with fel energies I cannot collect. It yearns to be released.
[Hoober]: I kill two birds with one stone.
[Zeverus]: "Be careful, Hoober."
[Gorfrunch]: I have an offer, Hoober.
[Hoober]: *grumbles at Zeverus, and looks to Gorfrunch*
[Gorfrunch]: *Gorfrunch moves over and motions for Hoober to join him in a side room.*
[Hoober]: *nods and follows*
[Gorfrunch]: I have an extra soul I have no need of.
[Gorfrunch]: If I could be rid of it, I would no longer need to be bound to this body.
[Gorfrunch]: Lifting Bok'theg's bindings would not harm me at all.
[Hoober]: Oh? That of your body's original owner?
[Gorfrunch]: Yeh.
[Gorfrunch]: Nothing against the whelp, but I need what's his.
[Hoober]: Are we sure that is safe? You seem confident, but I do not wish to do anything without those who bound you here.
[Gorfrunch]: Do I look like a warlock to you?
[Gorfrunch]: My only knowledge of this is personal experience.
[Hoober]: I suppose the consumption of his soul would release him, as well as you.
[Hoober]: Very well.
[Hoober]: Are you prepared?
[Gorfrunch]: Are there any precautions that could be taken?
[Hoober]: I intend to enlist the help of an ally, one who knows souls even better than I.
[Hoober]: *an [Ethereal Soul-Trader] appears* Trader: Yes, Hoober? Is there profit to be had?
[Hoober]: *nods, pointing at Gor* 1000 credits.
[Hoober]: *the trader smirks, and starts to emit a shimmering beam, surrounding Gor*
[Hoober]: *The building starts to rumble, a faint purple hue appears*
[Mido]: Mido sits up, looking around. She cringes momentarily.
[Hoober]: ((Everything tastes purple for a second))
[Hoober]: *Hoober raises his hands, his eyes wreathed in black flame*
[Hoober]: [Demonic] DAZ'MAZ
[Hoober]: [Demonic] A ARCHIM DAZ XI RAKKAS
[Mido]: Mido presses a hand against her stomach but pushes herself to a stand anyways- cautiously moving towards what seems to be the source of the shouting.
[Hoober]: *the hue fades, and the rumble stops*
[Hoober]: *Hoober's beam breaks, he falls to the floor, bleeding from the eyes*
[Hoober]: *gasping* I'll... need... more help.
[Gorfrunch]: *vomits*
[Mido]: Mido raps her knuckles against the door to the sideroom. "Sir?"
[Hoober]: *the door opens - Hoober crawling out wiping blood from his face*
[Hoober]: We'll... be fine, grot.
[Gorfrunch]: *Gorfrunch is kneeling in the room beyond, looking down into a pool of vomit.*
[Mido]: Mido looks between the two with a frown. With a cringe she casts a renew on both of them.
[Hoober]: *Hoober stands, pours a two lagers, and brings one to Gorfrunch* Better 'n magic.
[Hoober]: *Hoober downs the other*
[Gorfrunch]: *coughs* Aka'magosh. That didn't work, did it?
[Gorfrunch]: *Gorfrunch pours his down his throat.*
[Hoober]: Your situation is more complex than anticipated.
[Hoober]: This will require research.
[Mido]: Mido rubs the back of her neck awkwardly, looking between the two, and the ground.
[Mido]: "If you need a research assistant, sir, I have... a bit of experience with these sorts of things. And I'm fairly organized."
[Hoober]: No offense, grot... but if you have experience with these things, I doubt you'd be so cheery.
[Gorfrunch]: *cough* Grot. Cleanup back there.
[Gorfrunch]: Research that.