Re: Enigma (Keylo)
Fear, aversion, mistrust...it seemed the invaders had done a number on the people here. That or they were simply the reclusive type to begin with. Mind you, the comment as to fashion sense was justifiable to some extent, though rude nonetheless.
Yet...in spite of such thoughts, Enigma would continue to seem pleased... after all, fear was a good thing. If they were already frightened and shaken...that simply meant she would have far less interference in carrying out her plans for a mouse trap. A fun little mouse trap that would mean games for all, with zany little tricks…and some preparation for the time ahead.
A disposition that would only seem to improve as her “life scan” completed…and assured her that these were all the souls of value remaining in the hamlet. Such was when, of course, Enigma’s trademark smile…the one before she performed an act of exceptional scale or madness appeared for her pet to see. The prelude to a disaster for your average mortals namely.
“My my…such a foul tongue still, it seems discipline must truly be administered to such daft little children…Kneel.”
It was at that precise word namely, that…well, to put it bluntly, all hell broke loose. The “seeping aura” that had been used to scan for other life in the village, upon finding none, had receded to the elf’s vicinity…right beneath the gathered mob, liquefied the earth beneath them similar to the usual steps in golem creation, only instead of farming a powerful construct, wrapped itself around the legs of the villagers simultaneously; forcing each to the ground, breaking any resisting limbs if needed, so long as the villagers were kept beneath their heads “superior”, in a submissive position…and solidifying soon afterwards.
But of course, such was not enough…for with the release of spirit energy, came with it the release of some relatively recent souls that had been added to the necromancer’s repertoire…a Badarian firing squad that had the misfortune of stumbling upon Enigma during her travels, and foolishly offended her in the process (much like the ones here). Not having been converted into spirit energy yet, the souls still held their basic shapes and weapons, but…weak as they were, they would know only one purpose as they were conjured. To serve the necromancer’s will. Lining up at Enigma’s side, and with their firearms, be it spectral crossbows or rifles, it was clear what the elf intended. A massacre and harvest in the manner of the cruelest dictator, horrific tales which circled even to the tiniest of hamlets. ..
Well, at least that’s how it would seem to anyone who didn’t know Enigma. Such would be far too straightforward for her, too simplistic and inelegant. A fact Lanai should be fully aware of, especially as Enigma turned her head slightly towards her pet, her staff raised and pointed towards the “subdued” mob, silent for a moment. A signal for the demon to pick her quarry most likely… Well, that and to have the spirits shoot any who had somehow slipped away from the earth binding and was perhaps trying to make a run for it.
((Actions: Well here we are again…it’s always such a pleasure. Animate the ground beneath the peons/”flash cancelling” it after the job’s done. Then Call spirit…say… 10 minor spirits. Chances are animating permanent earth soldiers would have been nicer, but I wanted to go for style…))