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Larewen's affinity for the wild came naturally, born of her time as something more living than she was now. A slight smirk teased the corner of her mouth, a bitter snort punctuating the expression. "Curupira are a creature I have not yet studied," the necromancer admitted. Her brow furrowed...

"Nature came first," Larewen remarked, her tone carefully controlled. At the mention of backwards feet, her nose wrinkled slightly. "I wouldn't be surprised if he managed to do that. A strange one, but certainly in possession of a better memory than myself." It was a strange stance to take...

For a long moment, Larewen considered whether or not his query was worth troubling an answer for. Her lack of accolades came with the wary knowledge that speaking too much about Vokroth and what lay in its depths could work against her own intentions. She had no reason to trust Hedron. At...

The necromancer moved then, approaching the goblin with sudden swiftness as she knelt down in front of the creature. "Is that not what we all desire most?" the black witch crooned, a wicked smile unfurling across her lips. "I too tire of being underestimated. What lies beneath these dark...

A thin, dark brow arched upward as Vulpesen spoke. "Nature knows when it is threatened," the necromancer stated, her voice solemn. Her lips pressed into a thoughtful line. "I come in search of something I left here, centuries ago. A key I left with an old... friend..." Had she, though...

"That could still be arranged," Larewen remarked, though a soft lilt underpinned the chill of her undead vocal chords. Despite the bite to her words, the woman drew nearer, a gloved hand lifting briefly into the air. Her fingers twitched, just enough to be visible as a dark whisper rolled past...

Larewen had no business this far from the Sunken City that she intended to rip from the ground. She strayed from her path often though, using whatever means were available to reach the various portal stones strewn across the lands. She needed knowledge; the key to raising her home from the murky...

The necromancer's lips quirked upward into a smirk that danced upon the edge of twisting into a sneer. Her gloved, rotted hand twisted, fingers manipulate magical threads that danced just beyond the scope of average eyesight. Around them, shadows twisted unnaturally and pulled away from where...

A thin smile cracked across Larewen's lips as he said 'errand boy,' something about the phrase making it so much more innocent than his blood-coated fingertips showed. Offering some comfort to the goblin, the necromancer straightened up and took a smooth step back from him. Room to breathe, so...

So Hedron had said, but on more than one occasion, Larewen had seen the answer change in less time. Offering a simple shrug of her shoulder, the necromancer offered a simple, "Larewen," in response. No titles, no formalities. It was something the necromancer once wore proudly, but now had come...

Larewen watched with dark curiosity as the goblin spoke. Whatever thoughts crossed her mind failed to surface upon the pale features of her face. Finally, her jaw tensed for a brief moment and she drew nearer to the creature, weight shifting as she knelt closer to him. "Pressing matters don't...

A cloaked figure stood up on the crest of the tower, but no true life radiated from her form. A perversion existed in the vampirism that thrummed through her veins, corrupted by a necromantic heart. The stench of death came from her left side, no doubt rotting flesh hidden beneath that cloth...

Like the much taller creature beside her, Larewen turned as well to regard the dismounting undead and the puppets behind his skeletal steed. She could smell the familiar, cloying stench of death upon him, her nostrils flaring just slightly. Those free of their makers' strings were few and far...

The necromancer sat within a weathered, leaning building toward the center of the small outpost. She toyed with a glass of wine, though she seemed to have little interest in actually drinking it. Verdant eyes swept over those that played their table games while she pressed a tongue to the tip of...

"Unpalatable is precisely the reason I am here," she said, her voice quiet enough as not to be overheard. "These kinds of people are rarely missed, and I prefer to toy with my prey; I want to see the fear in their eyes when they come to the realization that they are doomed." She grinned, a...