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From behind the mask, Jin'li's onyx eyes gazed over the thirteen bodies laid out around his feet.
Fresh were they dead. So much so, that some even still had the color in their cheeks. There were elezens, hyurs, miqo'te and roes. All laid before him in this small room. Two grave robbers stood nearby, watching at Jin'li moved slowly among the dead.
Jin'li wore a different outfit. He was dressed in a dark blue robe. A hideous, nightmarish mask covered his visage and the surface of the mask seemed to shift slowly if one stared at it too long.Â
The Mask of the Seven Horrors Hidden in Nald'thal's Mist.
Jin'li had taken the mask, and with it, the mantle, from its previous owner several months ago and had been using them for his own agendas ever since. His tail twitched as he came to stop by one corpse.
His black eyes blinked and the head cocked as he knelt down, studying the dead face intently.
"Ya likes thats ones?" hissed one of the grave robbers. A pale, skeletal elezen who had long ago stopped seeing the sun or bathing. "Good price that one. Fresh too. Fresh as ya can get. Great for whatever a master necromancer likes yerself be plannin'"
Jin'li reached out and touched the face with a gloved hand.
"Where did you get this one?" Jin'li's voice was harsh and arrogant as he changed it to sound like the original owner of the mask.
"Well, I donts recalls...some slave dump grave me thinks."
Jin'li blinked as he tenderly caressed the dead face. His black eyes peered down as his other hand reached down and pulled open the closed, dead eyelids.
Bloodshot, jade green eyes gazed back at him.
"So then, here, in this hell hole, this one finds you. Suspicions are true it seems."
Jin'li rose to his feet and turned over to look at the two grave robbers.
"Load the other twelve on the wagon. This one, wrap for transport. I'll go to collect your coin."
"As ya wants." the skinny elezen said as he picked a wad of snot from his nose and wiped it on his shirt.
Jin'li permitted a look of disgust to form on his masked face as he he turned and exited into the next room.Â
The next room was nothing more than a single room cabin with a fire burning hot in the center, surrounded by beds and tables. One would never have surmised this hut housed so many corpses in the room attached.Â
The miqo'te went to its bag and pulled out a leather pouch of gil. The masked miqo'te began counting out coins as his mind slowly pondered.
Nahare Mergrey and the paladin, Julius Bennet, were free from his control now. Both suddenly and completely free. The void miqo'te had known such an event was inevitable, but this had been executed with skill. Skill in the aether arts neither Bennett nor Lady Mergrey possessed.
The number of potential helpers was small, but troublesome and Jin'li wondered if he ought to delay events. After all, was he not planning other operations all over the nations. Did he need to focus on Eorzea, or could he slip away and return at a later point?
The miqo'te rose with the required coins.
For now, he needed the corpses attended too. He would dwell upon the other matters later.
From behind the mask, Jin'li's onyx eyes gazed over the thirteen bodies laid out around his feet.
Fresh were they dead. So much so, that some even still had the color in their cheeks. There were elezens, hyurs, miqo'te and roes. All laid before him in this small room. Two grave robbers stood nearby, watching at Jin'li moved slowly among the dead.
Jin'li wore a different outfit. He was dressed in a dark blue robe. A hideous, nightmarish mask covered his visage and the surface of the mask seemed to shift slowly if one stared at it too long.Â
The Mask of the Seven Horrors Hidden in Nald'thal's Mist.
Jin'li had taken the mask, and with it, the mantle, from its previous owner several months ago and had been using them for his own agendas ever since. His tail twitched as he came to stop by one corpse.
His black eyes blinked and the head cocked as he knelt down, studying the dead face intently.
"Ya likes thats ones?" hissed one of the grave robbers. A pale, skeletal elezen who had long ago stopped seeing the sun or bathing. "Good price that one. Fresh too. Fresh as ya can get. Great for whatever a master necromancer likes yerself be plannin'"
Jin'li reached out and touched the face with a gloved hand.
"Where did you get this one?" Jin'li's voice was harsh and arrogant as he changed it to sound like the original owner of the mask.
"Well, I donts recalls...some slave dump grave me thinks."
Jin'li blinked as he tenderly caressed the dead face. His black eyes peered down as his other hand reached down and pulled open the closed, dead eyelids.
Bloodshot, jade green eyes gazed back at him.
"So then, here, in this hell hole, this one finds you. Suspicions are true it seems."
Jin'li rose to his feet and turned over to look at the two grave robbers.
"Load the other twelve on the wagon. This one, wrap for transport. I'll go to collect your coin."
"As ya wants." the skinny elezen said as he picked a wad of snot from his nose and wiped it on his shirt.
Jin'li permitted a look of disgust to form on his masked face as he he turned and exited into the next room.Â
The next room was nothing more than a single room cabin with a fire burning hot in the center, surrounded by beds and tables. One would never have surmised this hut housed so many corpses in the room attached.Â
The miqo'te went to its bag and pulled out a leather pouch of gil. The masked miqo'te began counting out coins as his mind slowly pondered.
Nahare Mergrey and the paladin, Julius Bennet, were free from his control now. Both suddenly and completely free. The void miqo'te had known such an event was inevitable, but this had been executed with skill. Skill in the aether arts neither Bennett nor Lady Mergrey possessed.
The number of potential helpers was small, but troublesome and Jin'li wondered if he ought to delay events. After all, was he not planning other operations all over the nations. Did he need to focus on Eorzea, or could he slip away and return at a later point?
The miqo'te rose with the required coins.
For now, he needed the corpses attended too. He would dwell upon the other matters later.
