The day in Lundine was productive, I visited the brothers' orphanage, which was in terrible condition, I immediately offered myself as a patron, providing resources, I hired a supply of food, instructors and guards for security. They will be my future servants, trained from the earliest childhood to follow my orders and considering the conditions of this world, what I will give in return is almost a paradise for them, after all I have a practically infinite source of income, the magics, Wish and Fabricate, which can transform raw ore into sapphires, emeralds, rubies and diamonds.
I hired a lawyer to handle my business in the capital, I rented a "holiday home" in the merchants' sector, along with employees to take care of the house. I think I will spend the weekends in the capital, although the serpent people do not have this concept and I do not know if the Empire does. Today I went to see the Formic queen in the Formihill in the middle of the village and I was surprised to learn that the relationship between the snake people and the Formic is more utilitarian than slavery. The formic provide hard work and defense, and the snake people provide goods, magic, and products that the ants do not have access to.
The formic queen is a magnificent creature, but she looks more like a termite queen, with a small, human-sized body with a long, pulsating, whitish part over 6m long and 1m in diameter. She is always surrounded by soldier formic of the caste, the size of tigers, and another immense number of workers, giant black formic the size of Dorbermanns.
I immediately won the queen's “love” by giving her a giant sugar cube. I think that when I give her chocolate, she will propose to me.
Maybe...
Today is the day of the meeting with the Lich. I have big plans for “her.”
We were in the great hall preparing to meet with Lich, me, Hiutotiaco, Hethress and Sriltos. The village is calm, but in the calm before the storm style, we have to solve the problem of the mantis, the undead and then prepare to face this quest against me. People still move away from me when I decide to walk through the streets of the village, and the servants are walking on eggshells when I'm around.
Some things only time can solve, unfortunately.
As soon as night fell, we teleported; me, Hiutotiaco, Hethress, Sriltos and the 2 Death Knights. When we get there, on the small island in the middle of the river, the Lich is already waiting for us. At night, the forest of Valley of Shadows reminds me a lot of a movie with blue people that I watched in my past life, but I don't remember the name.
"True Core." Meikosil says as soon as I appear.
“FREEZE!” That's my answer.
I enter the Lich's mind and see surprise and fear, 2 things he hadn't felt in centuries. Supposedly, the undead are immune to compulsion and mental enchantments, but my ability:
Will of the Dead (Su) Even undead creatures can be affected by the psychic’s mind-affecting spells. The psychic can spend 2 points from her phrenic pool to overcome an undead creature’s
immunity to mind-affecting effects for the purposes of the linked spell. This ability functions even on mindless undead, but has no effect on creatures that aren’t undead. This amplification can be linked only to spells that have the mind-affecting descriptor.
This skill can break this immunity. Using my telepathy, I see that Hethress was right. The Lich would betray me, eventually.
“Meikosil, as you yourself knew, not even the dead are immune to my power. I know you would betray me eventually, but don’t be upset. It never crossed my mind to ally with you. See, I have a serious problem trusting people. Something tells me it’s a trauma from my past life. But now I no longer have that problem, because my loved ones are now irremediably loyal to me, forever. Yes, you can be useful to me, but not as an ally, because allies can betray you. You will be just another one of my loyal servants. But you will be a special servant, because I will test something on you for the first time. Feel honored by that, Meikosil.”
“I am a lich. I am indestructible. You cannot keep me for long. And even if you destroy this body, I will return!” His mind says this with a coldness and certainty that comes from centuries of existence.
“Watch, Meikosil.” I say with a smile from ear to ear. I approach the Lich's paralyzed body and take his hand, and with a sudden movement I bite off his little finger and then swallow it.
SPECIAL ABILITIES-Improved Copy(Su)
Same. After spawning, a True Core must wait 4/days before doing so again.
Analise
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Entidades cadastradas:
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1-Meikosil, chaotic evil, male dark elf (undead augmented humanoid) Warlock 15
Copy; yes/no
“Yyyyeeeesss.”
It’s the first time I’ve copied someone while in humanoid form, besides being an undead, strange and uncomfortable, like when you stretch a muscle beyond its limit. My mouth stretches absurdly and the contractions begin and in a few seconds I vomit a copy of Meikosil, which falls at my feet, covered in slime, in its hands, a single fire opal stone, the size of a clenched fist, carved in the shape of a heart, its phylactery. But I want more, I want to know what my limits are.
I release Meikosil from the Hold Monster and conjure:
Epic Resurrection
School conjuration (healing); Level cleric/oracle 10; Subdomain resurrection10; Mystery life10
CASTING
Casting Time 1 minute
Components V, S, M, DF (diamond worth 25,000 gp)
Range touch
Targets dead creature
Duration instantaneous
Saving Throw none; see text
Spell Resistance yes (harmless)
DESCRIPTION
This spell functions like raise dead, except that you can resurrect a creature that has been dead for as long as 1000 years per caster level. This spell can even bring back creatures whose bodies have been destroyed, provided that you unambiguously identify the deceased in some fashion (reciting the deceased's time and place of birth or death is the most common method). Upon completion of the spell, the creature is immediately restored to full hit points, vigor, and health, with no negative levels (or Constitution points) and all of the prepared spells possessed by the creature when it died. You can revive someone killed by a death effect or someone who has been turned into an undead creature and then destroyed. This spell can also resurrect elementals or outsiders, constructs or undead creatures. Epic resurrection can restore to life a creature who has died of old age. Instantly causes destruction to any undead(optional) , without saving.
Psy Power slot 10: 4/4 =>3/4
Meikosil, “What magic is this? Did you clone me? Are you trying to resurrect me? I am a lich, this is impossible!”
Reading Meikosil’s mind, I see that he is curious above all, as are everyone around me. Through the link, I say to my Meikosil, my dear, your form does not please me; I will give you a gift worthy of my second wife. My Meikosil also looks at me curiously while exchanging furious glances with his replica.
1 minute passes and the magic ends, with everyone present holding their breath. In a beam of golden light, Meikosil appears, as he was before performing the ritual to become a Lich, a beautiful specimen of an elf with long white hair down to his waist.
Now comes the final test.
Reverse Gender
School transmutation (polymorph) Level Bard 2, Sorcerer/Wizard/Psy 3
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, M (a small mirror)
Range close (10m. + 1,5m/2 levels)
Area one creature
Duration 1 hour/level
Saving Throw Fortitude negates
Spell Resistance yes (harmless)
This spell reverses the gender of the target creature. This has no effect on the creature’s ability scores, although it could deny a character access to gender specific prestige class abilities. It is most often used to allow a character to go where their original gender may not be allowed.
Psy Power slot 10: 7/7 =>6/7
My Meikosil, “Master…” I feel surprise, amazement, and admiration coming from everyone present. For the second time in a row I see the amazement in the mind of the original Meikosil. Now the finishing touch.
Permanency
School universal Level sorcerer/wizard 5, psychic 5
Casting Time 2 rounds
Components V, S, M (see tables below)
Range see text
Targets see text
Duration permanent; see text
Saving Throw none
Spell Resistance no
This spell makes the duration of certain other spells permanent.
Psy Power slot 10: 4/4 =>3/4
“Ha...haha...hahahahahaha” I can’t help myself.
This is going to be so much fun.
“Welcome, second wife.” I look at the now beautiful dark elf in front of me and hold out my hands. Deep in my brain I feel the wave of jealousy from Hethress. Well, she’ll have to get used to it, because this is just the beginning.
Meikosil, using telepathy, tells me as she touches my hand “We have to destroy this impostor’s phylactery, master, he can’t continue to exist, he’s an affront to my lord and husband and to me.” She nestles into my arms.
I turn to Hethress. “Wife, come.” And I call her into my arms through telepathy.
Hiutotiaco, Sriltos and the 2 Death Knights, and I, we have one last matter to resolve here.”
“Lich, you have caused great suffering, an endless number of deaths and as you can see, your usefulness no longer exists.” With that, see in my Meikosil's mind where the original phylactery is hidden and we teleport there.
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We are on a spiral staircase of gigantic proportions, made of stone. A column, also made of solid stone and seamless, with a diameter of 5m, supports stairs with a radius of 10m, with steps that are 50cm high. The vertical gap between the spirals of the staircase is also about 10m. Complete darkness reigns, which fortunately is not a problem, after all, we can all see in the dark. The environment is full of cobwebs, dust, and a few traces of footsteps marked in the dust. Everything smells of mold, old things, and stale air. We spend some time observing the environment.
“Meikosil, do me a favor, try using some magic.” Meanwhile, I change to my original form and with one of my squid tentacles, I pull a stone plate that is embedded in the nearby wall. There is our prize, the Lich's phylactery.
Meikosil uses Spectral Hand, and a flow of surprise, joy, and accomplishment emanates from her. She then looks at me with tears in her silver eyes. “My lord, my magic has returned!” She's having trouble dealing with the return of her emotions, centuries as a cold and genocidal undead and now all her emotions come back at once. Not that she's not a genocidal anymore, but now she's my genocidal, on a short and tight leash.
"Of course, now you're mine and as such, you're perfect." A blatant lie, I have no idea why her magic came back, but it's very easy to lie when you don't have a face to give away your emotions. Better to keep up the facade of "the one who can do anything"! I feel the admiration of my small audience.
Using Spectral Hand, she pulls the phylactery from the alcove, a fire opal stone, the size of a clenched fist, identical to the one she holds in her left hand. She then undoes the protections that existed over the phylactery and using Spectral Hand she offers me the original heart. Truly a gesture full of meaning.
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I take it with the tentacle. And with all my strength I throw it at the wall where it explodes into thousands of pieces.
“Now the impostor can no longer be reborn, his soul was scattered and sent beyond the veil, without powers, allies or items, hunted and hated by all, it is only a matter of time until he is ultimately destroyed.” Say Meikosil as he looks at the destroyed pieces of the phylactery.
Hethress “My husband.” She speaks with an accent of possessiveness. “Even if he is stripped of everything, a Lich is a dangerous creature to be left loose.”
Hiutotiaco “My lord, I agree, it is reckless to leave loose ends, your enemies must be completely eliminated, please Grant me the honor of destroying this creature.” She places a hand on her sword and looks at me with anxious eyes.
Meikosil “My husband.” She looks at Hethress with a cold gaze, then looks at me again, still naked and I must say that her female version pleases me a lot. “I know exactly what the vile creature will do, grant me the 2 Death Knights and with the support of Hiutotiaco we will put an end to this nuisance.”
I look at my 2 wives. “Go.”
Through the shared link, Meikosil asks Hiutotiaco to come closer and she calls the 2 D.K. soon after the 4 disappear.
With a tentacle I pull Hethress towards me and she comes over still a little wary, “1st wife, you will always be, but understand, I will have many wives as well as a legion of children, I want my wives to get along or at least be polite to each other, and using one of the tentacles with a mouth I pass my snake tongue over her neck and face, lightly and gently. Hethress's skin shivers and she soon begins to project sexual desire.
“Not now my wife, first we have to finish this matter, and from what I see, Meikosil will not take long to return."
Hethress takes a deep breath frustrated “My husband, where are we?”
“In the ziggurat, precisely 60m below it, from what I saw in Meikosil’s mind, the ziggurat is a necropolis and there are many levels of catacombs. This staircase connects two main catacombs, one is for the workers who built the ziggurat, the other, further down, is where kings and important people were buried. Meikosil had a project to create undead using the remains of powerful kings and warriors from the ancient empire of the fire giants that reigned here millennia ago. He did not yet have the necessary power to use the full potential of these mortal remains, but I do.”
“What are your plans, my husband?” I noticed that before she used my lord a lot and now she uses my husband. Female competition seems to be something that goes beyond racial issues and realities… sinister.
“Meikosil’s idea has its merits. The undead do not eat, they are not afraid, they are already dead, logistically they are material for a perfect army. But I refuse to surround myself with dead, rotting, stinking things, at least not any more than is necessary. The plan is to go to these remains and take them, and in time use them to create my army.”
“I hope they don’t take too long, I don’t like this place.” Hethress says, and a shiver runs through her body. She sits down and we wait.
A short time later they return.
“Problem solved. We found the Lich halfway to his hiding place, he was down, probably from the shock of losing his soul.” Hiutotiaco says.
“My husband, can we continue now?” My second wife asks, now dressed in the rags that the other Meikosil wore.
We start going down the stairs, passing through the entrance to the 1st catacomb. “At the beginning when I searched these catacombs I found many treasures, but I left most of them here, now with your power, my husband, they can be easily collected.”
“Gold, jewels, they are not a problem Meikosil, but there is never too much, we will return to this another time.” I say as I think of another task to do. We go down deeper, now we must be about 100m below the ground. Until the staircase opens, and a vast environment, a fully worked cavern, the ceiling of the cavern up to the step that touches the ground, must be more than 30m high, the darkness is total and our vision in the dark only allows us to see a small portion of the royal catacomb.
“The royal necropolis is 500m wide by 650m long, it is divided into 4 sectors; Royal Sector, Priestly Sector, Warrior Sector and Noble Sector. In the royal sector is the tomb of King Velbog IV and Queen Ingath the Thunderer. King Velbog was an exemplary warrior and a cunning military leader, his wife was a sorcerer specialized in thunder and lightning magic, both were betrayed, poisoned and then murdered by their eldest son, Celzar I. Both would be great acquisitions for your army, my husband. In the priestly sector is the tomb of His Holiness Patriarch Akaos, in the warrior sector are the tombs of the 4 cardinal lords, the greatest heroes among the fire giants, and in the noble sector there are many treasures defended by ancient traps against looters.” He explains as he points to each sector.
“Royal tombs always have protections and curses, my husband.” Hethress says, with concern.
“The curses have weakened over the millennia, as for the magical protections, only 4 Force Adamantine Golems remain, defending the royal tombs.” She says with a voice that fades away.
Hiutotiaco chokes, “4 Force Adamantine Golem, I don’t even know what that is, but a golem is already a bad thing in itself and Adamantine is the metal of legends.”
I didn’t even know that serpents turned pale and I feel her fear through the link
Sriltos “Goddess Hylasis, protect your servants and give strength to your Champion.” He begins to repeat this like a mantra while holding a pendant shaped like the Goddess.
“Jeannie, any suggestions?”
“All golems are immune to magic, they are anathema to reality benders, each golem is weak to a specific type of magic, Force Adamantine Golem: Transmute metal to wood slows an adamantine golem for 1d4 rounds, during which time its damage reduction is reduced to 15/adamantine (no save). Your best chance would be to cast 4 Sovereign Dragon Knight, even then it will be a difficult battle.”
“Let’s try and see what happens. Take us to the vicinity, Meikosil.”
We continued through the Necropolis, the thin and dry air at the entrance to the necropolis carried a smell of forgotten and forbidden things, of something indefinable, as if death itself emanated a peculiar perfume, sweet and sickening. The immense stone stele, carved with the image of a fire giant holding a smoking heart, stands in the center of a square where the staircase ended.
As I crossed the square, darkness was ever present and the silence was only broken by our steps. The path, carved into the rock, led me through several streets, leading to an underground labyrinth that stretched for kilometers of streets, avenues and alleys, a tomb worthy of a civilization of fire giants.
The walls of the mausoleums and tombs were adorned with reliefs of imposing figures, with stone faces, obsidian eyes and bodies covered in embers. The fire giants, with their obsidian axes and shields of solidified magma, seemed to eternally watch over the necropolis, their colors intact, as if they had been painted yesterday.
Stone burial chambers, with high, vaulted ceilings, housed the remains of the giants. The sarcophagi, carved from volcanic rock, were decorated with hieroglyphics that told the stories of their lives and achievements. In each sarcophagus, a magical brazier burned eternally, so that the flame of the fire giants would never be extinguished.
At the heart of the necropolis, 2 semi-circular structures measuring 100m each, with a span of 30m at each opposite end and in the middle an Obelisk that touches the roof and on each side of the obelisk a black obsidian sarcophagus. The tombs of the King and Queen and next to each sarcophagus the 2 Golems each.
The adamantine golems are an imposing vision of brute strength and unshakable resistance. Their skin, made of the nearly indestructible metal, has a silvery green sheen like steam rising from a lake in the moonlight, looking like smooth and impenetrable armor but carrying unimaginable strength. Their thick limbs, sculpted like the finest jewelry, end in hands with 3 strong and thick fingers. Their head is almost completely smooth, except for two incandescent red eyes that glow with a sinister energy.
Theirs is a mixture of power and menace. Their presence commands respect and fear, even from dozens of meters away, and even the bravest of creatures feel small before their colossal strength.
They look like mobile fortresses, standing almost 5 meters tall. Immune to weapons created by mortals and to almost all magic. Their brute strength is capable of destroying walls, lifting gigantic stones and crushing enemies with ease. Soulless machines. Created to fulfill a single task.
“My husband, as soon as we enter the square formed by the semi-circles, the golems attack, they use a devastating energy blast and have accurate aim. Every time I tried to enter, I was destroyed.” Meikosil says.
“Let's find out how strong these golems are today.” And I begin to summon the Sovereign Dragon King.
School conjuration (summoning) [see text] Level Paladin 12, Cleric 12, Druid 12, Sorcerer/Wizard 12, Summoner 12, Witch 12
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, M (340.000gp)
Range medium (30m + 3m/level)
Area 1 summoned Adult Dragon
Targets see text
Duration 1 min/level (D)
Saving Throw none; see text
Spell Resistance no
This spell summons an adult dragon. It appears where the character designates and acts immediately. It attacks the character’s opponents to the best of its abilities (on the first round, it prefers to breathe fire on an enemy, if possible). The character can direct the dragon not to attack, to attack particular enemies, or to perform other actions.
Psy Power slot 12: 4/4 =>0/4
In a few seconds, 4 of them are in front of me, golden dragons, huge, wingless, with serpentine bodies, lion heads with an immense red mane, 4 antelope horns curved backwards and upwards.
“Go, destroy the golems!” I command with my 3 desynchronized voices.
And with a roar they leave. One moment they are in front of me and the next they are attacking the golems. They focus their attacks on the king's golem.
They receive all the power of the dragons' conical sonic breath weapon, the earth shakes, shards of the ground are thrown high and a crater opens as if a giant, invisible shovel dug the ground and threw everything in all directions, one of them is thrown away from his battle companion, who also suffers damage but not as much as the other who was thrown. The golems' response is instantaneous, they move in response to the intruders, each step of the golems makes the earth tremble, a roar like when the earth trembles comes in a crescendo, it is a thunder that echoes for kilometers. Two pulses of pure energy impact, each one in a dragon, scales fly away and their flight paths are disrupted, and all of them, the dragons, move away from the square area flying as fast as if using teleportation, out of range of the pulse and howling with pain and indignation.
The golems follow them with their heads.
The dragons remain circling for some time outside the square, out of range of the pulse, while the golems regenerate the damage suffered in an alarming way. The one that suffered the focus of the attacks is still very damaged, its armor looks like it was dented by a giant rock, the other is almost new. Then the dragons return and focus their attacks on the weakest golem, which explodes into thousands of pieces and the other one falls all crumpled to the ground, the obelisk falls in the middle of the square and the sarcophagi are thrown around the square like cardboard boxes.
It all lasted less than 1 minute.
With my dozen eyes I see that everyone is as astonished as I am.
I undo the spell.
“To the victor go the spoils.” I say this and float towards the damaged square. Right behind me comes my troupe.
The sarcophagi are as huge as their occupants, but now they are thrown and scattered across the stone floor. I approach them and see several magical pieces, weapons, armor and many other objects. But my focus is on the real mummies. I swallow a finger from each one.
SPECIAL ABILITIES-Improved Copy(Su)
Same. After spawning, a True Core must wait 4/days before doing so again.
Analyze 100%
Registered entities: 2
1-Velbog IV, Fire giant ranger 10 LE Large humanoid (fire, giant)
2- Ingath the Thunderer, Fire giant fighter 5/sorcerer 8 LE Large humanoid (fire, giant)
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““I think that’s great for today. We’ll be back tomorrow.” I call everyone and we grab the magic items, and we instantly return to the Greater House.
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The night was quiet, almost silent, only the crackling of the fireplace breaking the silence. The moons, 4 of them, peeked through the window, bathing the room in a soft and magical glow. The bed, adorned with white spider silk sheets, seemed inviting, but the tension in the air was palpable. Crixus sat in an armchair, with his new form, drawn from the deepest desires of Meikosil, the incarnation of the perfect dark elf male. Now Crixus had 2 humanoid forms to relate to other beings. Watching Meikosil with an intense gaze, who moved around the room with hesitant steps, her hands trembling. The expectation was a weight that they both carried, a weight that became more intense with each passing second. He stood and walked towards her, extending his hand. She took it, their fingers intertwined, and felt the warmth of his palm, the strength of his muscles. He led her to the huge, soft bed and they sat on the edge, side by side.
The silence fell again, broken only by their rapid breathing. He looked at her, his silver, piercing eyes, he saw the fear, the insecurity, but also the hope, the promise of something new. He smiled, an eager but comforting smile, and she felt the lump in her throat melt away.
Crixus pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms. His scent, created from her greatest desires, all revealed through the Link, wood, musk and spices, calmed her. He kissed her, a soft, lingering kiss, and felt the tension in her body dissolve.
He removed her clothes and admired her body, slender, petite, and small breasts and hers, her black skin with a grayish tone, soft as silk, the silver hair between her legs. She hugged him and wrapped him in her thin, delicate arms, her hands as light as two butterflies, creating trails of fire on his back. He continued kissing her and moved down to her neck, taking some time to admire and caress her delicious breasts, then he went down to the grand prize. The moans he heard when he got there were exactly what he wanted to hear.
The night was slow, full of discoveries, hesitant touches and passionate whispers. Intimacy, once an unknown territory, became a safe place, a space where they could surrender to each other without barriers. The moons, which had previously been a witness to tension, now bore witness to carnal awareness, the room filled with the sounds of pleasure and the aroma of sex and sweat. At dawn, they were lying together, embraced and happy. The first wedding night had passed, and with it the second wife had been claimed. The next night, it would be the two of them together. I can't wait.