03-01-2016, 03:52 PM
Raal’s body started shaking as he listened to the two exchanging pun after pun, his eyes seeming to glow more and more with each joke or chortle, reaching the point where the view directly in front of him seemed to carry an eerie red glow.. He was a former general, the leader of an army of orcs, yet here he was playing the role of the prop in their comedy. A younger Raal would have burned the two to ashes, then and there, but the specter that served as his continued existence was able to be just calm enough to analyze the situation.
This Sans, whatever he was, seemed relatively harmless despite his jokery - at the least, he was far less intolerable than Ur’gash - and had managed to reinvigorate the vampire girl - Alice, Raal quietly remembered - into a reasonably functioning mortal with his shenanigans. Despite the inane nature of the situation, he could potentially use it to his advantage.
Nonetheless…
“Enough!” Raal yelled, a ball of burning flame appearing from one hand and bathing the land next to him, causing a sudden choking to the laughter that had been all around him until just half a second ago. “...Now that I’ve hellfire to work with, I can put an end to this sunlight problem. I’d rather not wait until nightfall for you to be able to travel.” Raal stated with a quieter tone. Though he’d never admit it, his own self-control was less than perfect, and to be goaded into yelling over childish jokes was just mildly embarassing.
It seemed Alice was again looking much quieter to Raal’s view, the youthful vampire’s eyes darting from him to Sans fearfully.
Sans on the other hand… Well, difficult as it was for Raal to pin an expression, it looked like the skeleton was studying him back, just as intently.
Perhaps he was a shade smarter than Raal had initially pegged him.
Still, Raal had a more immediate task. He hadn’t wasted his impressive talent in warlock magic just out of annoyance. “With Omnilium, I’ll need to recreate…” Raal muttered with a brief pause. “...Hide of a Felhound, soul shard of a swamp hyena, The runes of Al-zereb the wise, the essence of a voidwalker…” Raal continued listing off another few dozen different ingredients with a quiet mutter, as Tendrils of bright green energy extended from an outstretched, skeletal hand, and into the fire. the glow of the warlock’s eyes grew dimmer as he worked, his calm concentration counteracting his normal state of constant irritation.
“I trust you’re not so vain as to refuse to wear a cloak.”
Raal asked, half-looking at Alice,, as cloth seemed to begin to knit itself together in the fire, Omnilium beginning to trail from Raal’s hands as the fire began to burn a shade of pink. slowly, a black, hooded cloak took form, it’s most glaring feature being that of the embossed steel clasp, the image of a curtain of burning flames with an orcish war axe behind it carved into the front of the metal clip. Several, icy blue runes glowed even within the firelight, producing an odd contrast as they formed, seemingly burned in by the flames that birthed them.
“These enchantments will ensure that, so long as you wear the cloak, sunlight shall not sully your body, regardless of what angle it appears from. so long as you keep the cloak clasped around your neck, you shouldn’t feel the sun’s searing burn even were the hood to fall.” Raal explained, seemingly half-aware.
“Well, isn’t that a sunspot of good luck.” Raal heard a slightly hesitant, but recognizably amused voice immediately reply, and the death knight groaned in response to the skeletal buffoons wisecracking.
This Sans, whatever he was, seemed relatively harmless despite his jokery - at the least, he was far less intolerable than Ur’gash - and had managed to reinvigorate the vampire girl - Alice, Raal quietly remembered - into a reasonably functioning mortal with his shenanigans. Despite the inane nature of the situation, he could potentially use it to his advantage.
Nonetheless…
“Enough!” Raal yelled, a ball of burning flame appearing from one hand and bathing the land next to him, causing a sudden choking to the laughter that had been all around him until just half a second ago. “...Now that I’ve hellfire to work with, I can put an end to this sunlight problem. I’d rather not wait until nightfall for you to be able to travel.” Raal stated with a quieter tone. Though he’d never admit it, his own self-control was less than perfect, and to be goaded into yelling over childish jokes was just mildly embarassing.
It seemed Alice was again looking much quieter to Raal’s view, the youthful vampire’s eyes darting from him to Sans fearfully.
Sans on the other hand… Well, difficult as it was for Raal to pin an expression, it looked like the skeleton was studying him back, just as intently.
Perhaps he was a shade smarter than Raal had initially pegged him.
Still, Raal had a more immediate task. He hadn’t wasted his impressive talent in warlock magic just out of annoyance. “With Omnilium, I’ll need to recreate…” Raal muttered with a brief pause. “...Hide of a Felhound, soul shard of a swamp hyena, The runes of Al-zereb the wise, the essence of a voidwalker…” Raal continued listing off another few dozen different ingredients with a quiet mutter, as Tendrils of bright green energy extended from an outstretched, skeletal hand, and into the fire. the glow of the warlock’s eyes grew dimmer as he worked, his calm concentration counteracting his normal state of constant irritation.
“I trust you’re not so vain as to refuse to wear a cloak.”
Raal asked, half-looking at Alice,, as cloth seemed to begin to knit itself together in the fire, Omnilium beginning to trail from Raal’s hands as the fire began to burn a shade of pink. slowly, a black, hooded cloak took form, it’s most glaring feature being that of the embossed steel clasp, the image of a curtain of burning flames with an orcish war axe behind it carved into the front of the metal clip. Several, icy blue runes glowed even within the firelight, producing an odd contrast as they formed, seemingly burned in by the flames that birthed them.
“These enchantments will ensure that, so long as you wear the cloak, sunlight shall not sully your body, regardless of what angle it appears from. so long as you keep the cloak clasped around your neck, you shouldn’t feel the sun’s searing burn even were the hood to fall.” Raal explained, seemingly half-aware.
“Well, isn’t that a sunspot of good luck.” Raal heard a slightly hesitant, but recognizably amused voice immediately reply, and the death knight groaned in response to the skeletal buffoons wisecracking.