Hectoz, living-dead sorcerer, seat of the Harmonic Citadel
“We must get through these accursed doors. Bring in the rams!” “They can do nothing, Your Purulence.” “Then call up the Horned One, have the necromancers free it from its chains.” “But…Your Putrefaction, once freed from its inferno…I mean, it is a demon of destruction and we risk…” "Are you questioning my orders, cadaver?”
Observations from Marus Lion, Free Marcher, Comrade Builder.
“…three skeletons in rusty armor, accompanied by their sergeant. They followed me along the wadi of the Three Flames, cornering me in a dip in the landscape. The sergeant, who was better equipped than his men, approached me and stared out at me from his empty eye-sockets…before turning on his heels. It was then that I recognized the two-headed eagle on his cape. So Bernd de Tirias was dead but a little of his loyalty lived on in this cadaver deprived of all rest.”
Enevia with Arian, Elf prince of the Opal Steps.
“Have you brought me what I asked for, oh handsome prince? Thank you. Oh what a beautiful lock of hair! Your betrothed must be a great beauty, is she not? Do not fear, she will know nothing of our little alliance. This spell will wipe all trace of it from her memory and your own. From now on, you will be…or rather, we will be like strangers to one another, you and I."
Bayashin, merchant, submitted to questioning
“…and so what exactly did this talkative young lady of pale complexion try to buy from you?” “A…a map, Great Inquisitor.” “Did she mention a weapon to you? A dagger perhaps? Did she mention the name Sanguinaris to you?” “Yes, but I swear I know nothing of it.” “Liar! All the serfs of Bellia of the Valley of the Gray Castle know about the soul-drinking dagger!”
“Towering within the Palace of Torments is the obsidian door. Its decorative casements illustrate the path of the tormented souls down the River of Souls. Hidden in the shadows not far from the door, Moloss lies in watch, a fleshless demon of legendary strength whose eyes glisten with evil.
Arus Cirlo, Imperial Treasurer
“…and at last, your Grace, comes the question of funds allocated to the Black Scholars. Is it reasonable to double their subsidies when they are incapable of fighting off these barbaric living-dead, known as the Twice Dead. They seem quite invincible and continue to rise from their tombs. Would we not be better off recruiting new Marauders to defend our borders? You think not? Very well, I will make a note of it.”
Rock Castel, a week after it was plundered by the Spectre..
“Give me some food, I'm hungry!” “But you...you burnt the grain lofts, Lord…Beagio.” “I couldn’t give a damn about your pies, peasant. I want your daughter, the youngest one. Her big sister was ugly and tasted of sour milk.” “Have pity, noble Lord…” “Cut out his tongue, his whining is tiring me…”Faction:SpectreExtension:FoundationsRarity:startupRelease date:Jan. 1, 2013Artist:SDecaux
Eanie, Marauders of the Duke of Galde
“…Lydia leapt between the skeletons who were too slow to catch her. She had almost reached the Dog of Hell when the fleshless archers arose. I just had time to line up two arrows on my crossbow before a flood of arrows rained down upon her. Lydia dived behind a steed that had fallen in combat and I prayed to the Sacred Sap that they might still be such poor shots…”
Neek, Alliance scout at the outpost of the Gray Wood
“…even riddled with arrows and robbed of their limbs, they continue to advance. How can we push back this putrid tide, these human parodies that stream in, horde after horde of them charging our barricades, possessed of a rage that is as terrifying as it is bestial and a ferocity that can only originate in some dark and evil spell?”
“When the Spectre's legions are unleashed, the River of Souls alters its course to moisten their bleached bones and putrid flesh. The soldiers then take leave of their peaceful tombs and once again take up their broken arms. Skulls crunch under the metal of tarnished helmets and, driven by a demonical determination, the warriors of bygone times shroud the land in blood."
Extract from the Dorsal, living memory and photographic Slyth archive.
-° PRIMARY SYNAPTIC GROUNDSWELL °-> Six chimeras for six clans. But there exist others. Our scholars have been researching them for many eons. The seventh chimera, known as the Spider, was dismembered then scattered by the Titans. The fragments of her body nourish the Spectre’s aspirations of supremacy. Dame Fridlia has made it her pet hobby but how can we steal from her the fragments she already owns, these chimera relics that establish her authority and alter her appearance?”
Master Erius, private tutor of the young Sire Carmina
“…and here is the father of all the dead ones: Grand Duke Friedrich Altgraf, general in chief of the undead armies. He is said to be as refined and elegant as he is cruel. Legend has it that he feeds upon souls, which explains his unearthly corpulence. Wherever he goes, ravens precede him. In this world as in the lower worlds, their course guides the silent legions. But be sure to never look them in the eye, young master, lest you attract the attention of Baron Smiler…”
Ability: Stop Opp. Bonus
Bonus: -7 Opp. Life, Min. 0
Discussion with Grand Duke Altgraf
“My dear, dear Baldur, you are as talented as you are formidable. But let it be known that this thirst for power that led you to consume your own soul in necromantic arts and renounce your humanity could lead you to a very sorry end. If I have made you my lieutenant, it is also so I might be at leisure to castrate your over-inflated ambitions. Be sure not to forget it.”
Baldur Gerhold to his champion
“Go my creature, harvest souls, spread fear, and gather in the sparks of life you rip from the mortal ones. And return to me bursting with a strength that would make the Duke himself tremble!”
Memoirs of Osnorth the Immortal.
“I've seen so many things the humans would not believe. Great empires sinking under the breath of the chimeras. I have seen fabulous spells shatter promising futures. All these moments I have supped upon, just as I have supped upon the life from mortals’ necks. And now it is time to dance with death.”
A gravedigger to his son
“…this man was called Samitris Zachanief. He worked as a gravedigger during the Silent Wars. It is said that he buried so many men and with so much zeal that the demons became fond of him, so much so that when he died they turned him into a nightmarish creature, a harvester of souls, and a creator of the undead. That is why you must never meet the hollow gaze of those you lead to the underworld or else the demons might get you.”
Brothel in the Lodges Quarter
“Young ladies, I have the great pleasure of introducing you to Dame Demetria. As of today she will be your private tutor in affairs of the heart, an area she has turned into a veritable art form. Our benefactor, Grand Duke Friedrich, insists that the new skills she teaches you are strictly reserved for gentlemen of high birth who honor you with their frequent visits.”
Erk, fragment of consciousness.
” ... I lost count of the number of Spectre who fell beneath my sword... Ten or a hundred maybe? Oh, this pain in my side, the blood on my thigh… I can’t feel anything… The Spectre all around me. Why are they not attacking? I can’t feel anything. How much time has passed? Obey, I…must…obey… My hands of bleached bones… Spectre. I am. Spectre.”
Meeting between Gisbert, "The Failure" and his Necromancer pals
"Cast your eyes upon my latest creation, Ludolf Feuer. He was once the captain of the Archers division and protected the ramparts of the Château Blanc until his death. For his courage and loyalty, I bestowed upon him the gift of immortality and he will make our future enemies quake in their boots." ""What? Make who tremble? This Ludolf is nothing but another piece of rubbish, just like your other creations."" General laughter "No, not this time and I’ll prove it! Rise from your eternal rest, Ludolf, and let them see your strength..."
Death house of the White Hospice
“Poor soldier, you fought bravely and now you have lost your legs. I am small but powerful, you know? It won't take much for you to walk again… For example, if tonight your unfortunate neighbor were to die suffocated under his pillow, perhaps I could intervene on your behalf...”