Sunday, April 17, 2011

Dead Rite chapter 55.07

“I’m not going to get involved in a debate of that sort. I’m more interested in the barrier. Dill considered the line between the two worlds. “I was told the weed is the catalyst to separate the spirit from the flesh. Is that right?”

“Yes. Grown here, in soil from the Plane of the Dead, it loosens the ties binding motal spirit to intemperate flesh.”

“So if someone were given this ‘medicinal herb’,” he used his fingers to make quotation marks in the air, “and then crossed this line, their spirit would be extracted from their physical body?”

“Yes. That sounds about right.”

Dill sank back against the wall. “That’s how the spirit extraction works, then. They loosen the soul’s tie to the body then yank it out like a tablecloth trick. All they have to do is get people here. Wait!” He looked at the figure standing patiently on the other side of the barrier. “Is this the only portal to your world or are there others?”

“This is the only one.”

“Right. Okay. That makes this spot a rare opportunity to perform a bit of jiggery pokery then.”

“...unless you open another portal yourself.”

“Wait! You can do that?”

“If you have the power, yes. Not everyone does.”

“Do I?”

“No.”

“Do you?”

“No. You would know the person who has the skill by the verves on their body.”

“The What?”

“The verves. They are elements of power. Calls to the higher beings, what you would call demons, or gods, or loa.”

“What do they look like, these verves?”

“Like faint lines on the flesh.”

“Like tattoos?”

“Yes, though they are not pictures, but diagrams.”

“I met someone like that.” Dill frowned. “I remember! The taxi driver!”

2 comments:

stephanie said...

*smiles* Thank Albert he's a clever boy, Dill.

Leatherdykeuk said...

He is! Thanks for reading :)