A week later Geralt, Ciri, Yennefer, Keira and Reima were all gathered in the Two God's Church, the stained glass windows had finally been made which depicted various creatures and people, most prominently features being Solaire and Reima of course.
It was even and the sun was beginning to set, apparently the best ti to perform a necromantic ritual. Dim light shafts from the windows lit up the room enough for the group to see what was happening.
Reima "I don't suppose you've been looking through my nurous books on Necromancy?" he asks, the tos he'd stolen from Pinwheel making that particular kind of magic one of the most extensively researched.
Yennefer smiles at him, "I might have taken a look, though, I lack the abilities to utilise so of the magics they spoke of..." she says, slowly walking around the middle of the large hall while drawing a line with a mixture of lead, Avallac'hs blood, and crushed gems.
As Yennefer is doing this Keira places many candles with strange scents around the circle, not yet lighting them but making sure they are all accurately and evenly spread apart.
After all the preparation are made Yennefer stands in the middle of the circle while holding a bag, it looks wet and soiled, drops of blood slowly leaking from it.
Yennefer "I'm about to begin, whatever you do, do not interrupt ." he states, giving a glare to Reima and Geralt. Once everyone is quiet she begins chanting in elder blood, her feet seemingly moving on their own as she positions the bag to drop blood on specific points of the circle... Afterwards using her feet to sar them into a rough shape.
Eventually the sars begin to form what looks like a five pointed pentagram and once it's complete Yennefer opens the bag and pulls out... A brain?
Yennefer "Mind of the one who's knowledge we seek." she says, dropping it in the middle of the circle. She then pulls out a couple pale, sticky looking eyes. "Eye's to view and lock with."
She continues the chilling the ritual, dim purple particles beginning to slowly gather, the flas of the candles slowly changing shade. "Your heart to beat, your lungs to breathe. she says, dropping the heart and lungs on two separate points of the pentagram.
The lights brighten, seeming to gather in one place, however, Yennefer isn't finished yet. She pulls out a long tongue, stick slick and slimy, her expression gives no indication of discomfort as she holds it firmly, despite how disgusting it looks. "And finally your tongue, so you may speak your secrets true." she says, dropping the organ on the last point, waving the bloody wet bag around her to spread droplets around.
Yennefer opens her eyes, the purple particles gathering in one spot and forming a humanoid shape. Everyone there can recognise it almost imdiately, Avallac'hs fine cheekbones giving away his identity.
Avallac'h gasps, "W-What?.. What foul magic is this!" he exclaims, furious, and disgusted.
Yennefer "Yes, It's lovely to see you again aswell Avallac'h." she says, breathing a sigh of relief at the completed ritual.
Avallac'h "The Witch in Black, I should have known there was no peace for ... Even after I was betrayed." he says, glaring at Geralt."
Ciri steps forwards, pointing at Avallac'h, "The only betrayal you've been involved in was against you bastard!"
Avallac'h "Zireael?... I see, it failed then?" he says, a saddened expression replacing his forr one.
Ciri "Your plan to have kill myself on Tor Gvalch'ca?" she asks, the Sage slowly nodding.
Avallac'h frowns at looks at Yennefer, "I see you've weaved so kind of compulsion into your vile spell, witch."
Yennefer shrugs, "Took a little more power but it does the job, I hope you like it." she says sarcastically.
Avallac'h shakes his head, "If only you were an Elf."
Yennefer "What, a quarter isn't good enough for you?" she asks with mirth.
Reima "As much as I like the banter, shouldn't we just pry the secrets from his soul?"
Manus "SOOOUU-" he shouts, poking from Reima's shadow, only to be stuffed back in as the others watch with irritation and confusion.
...
Ciri sighs and nods, "We want to know if you have information you didn't write in your journal?
Avallac'h nods, "I do, but I suspect nothing I know will pertain to what you are asking... Know this Zireael, I would not have chosen my previous plan had there been a better way, Lara's blood needs to continue." he states.
Yennefer "So you know of no way to stop the White Frost?" she asks with her arms crossed.
Avallac'h shakes his head, "No, I do not. The world the White Frost resides in seems to be covered by so kind of barrier, one which not even the Elder Blood could break alone... The conjunction of the spheres provided a way through, but now that you've missed it, every world is dood... Good work Vatt'ghern." he spits towards Geralt.
Reima "I'd watch your mouth Elf, there are many worse things than death..." he says with a sadistic grin.
Avallac'h almost snarls are Reima, "Ah, the proverbial foil to everything I'd planned up until now... I truly hope Eredin rends the flesh from your bones."
Reima snorts, opening a Turqouise portal and pulling stealing soones drink through it from a nearby bar. "Yeah, I'm sure Lara would love that." he says, taking great satisfaction from Avallac'hs gaping face.
Avallac'h "You.. Impossible, you are an imposter!" he exclaims, not believing Reima's apparent possession of the Elder Blood.
Geralt grumbles, "Hmm, I don't think there's much else we need from him."
Reima "Eh? I still have a few questions to ask... Hey Avallac'h, how's it feel to be dead?"
Avallac'h gives him a glare but is compelled to answer regardless, "I feels like nothing, as if I was unaware of anything until you summoned back here." he says.
Reima "No Douchebag elf prison then?"
Avallac'h "No, there is not." he states.
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