In any case, would it even be possible to re-create Neferata's elixir?
Nop. Like mentioned in my previous post, far too too complicated. Not to mention a heavy dose of luck was required.
QUOTE TIME! Spoilers ahead but elixir stuff.
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This cannot be,” Arkhan snarled.
“No poison in all Nehekhara could overcome Nagash’s elixir.”
“It is the venom of the sphinx, a poison both natural and supernatural,” Ubaid said.
“Even before the fall of Mahrak it was vanishingly rare. The gods alone know how Lamashizzar obtained it.” The grand vizier approached the queen. His expression was inscrutable as he studied Neferata’s still form.
“According to the old texts, the venom attacks the blood, rendering it lifeless. Death is instantaneous.” He shook his head. “It’s a wonder that the queen is alive at all.”
++Bla,bla. Arkham powers himself up with Nagash elixir ( one that was made by Neferata, he notes it is almost as good/powerful as the real thing. Snatches up some tomes, snatches up her and moves to the womens palace. He goes through his old masters tomes and...not all that helpful.++
Growing desperate, Arkhan set the books aside and placed the queen’s body inside the ritual circle. Aiyah watched the immortal spread open three magical tomes on the floor by the circle, then gather up the inkpot and horsehair brush once more.
++The pervert has her be stripped down by one of her handmaidens++
Arkhan laid out the runes with care. The work took hours, winding in intricate ribbons from Neferata’s scalp to her toes. The immortal was conscious of each minute slipping away; it seemed to him that her skin was growing steadily cooler beneath his touch.
The ritual was little different from the incantation of reaping that was used to create Nagash’s elixir. He had made several modifications to the arrangement of the runes to account for the elixir already present in her body. He wasn’t interested in transmutation so much as enhancing what was already there. In theory, the problem seemed simple enough.
Drawing on the surfeit of elixir filling his body, Arkhan poured a steady stream of power into the incantation. At once the air grew heavy above the circle, and he saw the queen’s body begin to tremble. Tiny wisps of steam curled from the sigils painted on her skin.
The immortal felt the elixir boil inside him and directed the released energy into the arcane words rolling from his lips. And, within the circle, Neferata’s body suddenly spasmed. Her back arched painfully, arms splayed and chest thrust skyward. Arkhan could see the tendons in her neck and along the backs of her hands grow taut as bowstrings; her mouth gaped, emitting a billowing gout of black vapour.
Arkhan watched as the queen’s skin began to change. Her rich, brown skin, already pale, began to lose all trace of colour, taking on the cold tone of bleached linen or alabaster. He stopped the incantation abruptly, fearing that he might already be too late. The backlash of forces tore through him; he staggered, his hand going to his chest as invisible knives tore through his vitals. A thin trickle of ichor ran down his chin.
++Right, ritual goes on! Her skin changes color but no real luck.
7 days later: ++
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It seemed that the sphinx’s deadly venom had somehow bonded with Neferata’s ensorcelled blood, transforming it from within. Any attempt to increase the elixir’s vigour empowered the poison as well.
++One, last powerful ritual is tried and much like the one before it taps terribly into Ark's power reserves, nearly killing him. At the -END- of it Neferata's throat and wrists and bla bla are cut so her poisond blood can seep out. ++
Arkhan felt her body tremble as the ichor touched her lips. His skin tingled as her lips brushed the inside of his forearm; they moved against his skin, almost like a kiss, and then she began to drink.
“Yes… yes!” Arkhan breathed. The red mist began to recede. “Drink!”
And she did. Hungrily, greedily, with gathering strength, she drew the liquid from the wound. Her mouth opened, teeth pressing into his flesh. Arkhan clenched his fist. As he watched, the cut in her neck closed up with startling speed.
++But as with most plans Ark trys to pull off-...++
She stared at him for barely a moment, her expression filled with pain, and then all the air went out of her lungs and her body went limp. Arkhan heard Aiyah let out a long, heart-wrenching moan.
Neferata, Daughter of the Moon and Queen of Lahmia, was dead.
++ Now after her being-...dead and all. Some things happened (nothing that could change her into a vamp, just usual mourning and Ark going for revenge) and some time later: ++
As one, the handmaidens began their keening wail again, and bent over the queen’s recumbent form.
Suddenly, there came a dreadful sound from the bed. It was a faint, wet, rippling crackle, like the popping of joints grown stiff from disuse. Then the keening of the handmaidens spiralled into a threnody of horrified screams.
++ The queen then went on to drink her handmaidens dry and speak to her grand vizer who was of course terrifaid ++
Suddenly the grand vizier realised that the sounds of feasting had stopped. Neferata’s head was raised, her mouth and chin soaked in bright, red blood. His own veins turned to ice as she turned her unearthly gaze upon him.
====Spoilers end====
The point of all that spamm was that-...yes it is pretty much impossible to pull off what happened back then x)