As a vampire, I take a little bit offense to that, Hector.
[ He spreads his hands out over the corpse, striking it with electricity. Some portion of the flesh start to sizzle and it smells well like a rotten barbecue, but more importantly, the body twitches enough to actually sit up. ]
It's alive! Alive!
[ Heisenberg says with a little too much drama and flourish. He fuses swords onto both of the once corpse's arms, and calls it good. ]
[Hector sure hasn't. And he's met quite a few vampires in his short years.
He rolls his eyes at the dramatics. 'Alive', huh? Well, the thing is moving, at least. It's impressive, for someone who isn't a necromatic practitioner, but Hector is definitely bias to his own process.
Hector looks down at his own corpse, tries to envision what shape it will take. He swings his hammer, which stops in the air above the body but rings out a metallic clink as if it struck an anvil. Magic washes over it, glowing and blue, forming the connection between the empty shell and a damned soul from hell offering up servitude in exchange for an escape. A second strike to bind them together, and third to reshape the body into something more suiting for Dracula's army. He sticks with the classics, an aquatic merman. Dracula likes to keep a few in the watery caverns in the basement of the castle, a little surprise for trespassers.
A few more tweaks, and the creature's eyes open. It hops up from the slab and twirls, seeking out its creator.]
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[ He spreads his hands out over the corpse, striking it with electricity. Some portion of the flesh start to sizzle and it smells well like a rotten barbecue, but more importantly, the body twitches enough to actually sit up. ]
It's alive! Alive!
[ Heisenberg says with a little too much drama and flourish. He fuses swords onto both of the once corpse's arms, and calls it good. ]
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[Hector sure hasn't. And he's met quite a few vampires in his short years.
He rolls his eyes at the dramatics. 'Alive', huh? Well, the thing is moving, at least. It's impressive, for someone who isn't a necromatic practitioner, but Hector is definitely bias to his own process.
Hector looks down at his own corpse, tries to envision what shape it will take. He swings his hammer, which stops in the air above the body but rings out a metallic clink as if it struck an anvil. Magic washes over it, glowing and blue, forming the connection between the empty shell and a damned soul from hell offering up servitude in exchange for an escape. A second strike to bind them together, and third to reshape the body into something more suiting for Dracula's army. He sticks with the classics, an aquatic merman. Dracula likes to keep a few in the watery caverns in the basement of the castle, a little surprise for trespassers.
A few more tweaks, and the creature's eyes open. It hops up from the slab and twirls, seeking out its creator.]
There. This one's actually alive.