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The necromancer listened carefully, the only sound from her that of her glass clinking against the table as she placed it down. She reached for the silver case that held her clove cigarettes and snapped it open while he divulged the circumstances by which he came into possession of the stone...

Something akin to a soft grin tilted the corner of the elf's mouth. Directly from the tap tasted far better to her, but soon... soon she was hoping that she wouldn't need the sanguine vitae of living creatures ever again. His query only deepened her expression. "One could say yes... and no. Not...

Larewen's eyes rolled at the remark about her choice of drink being on the nose, her upper lip curling slightly in disdain. "If you'd prefer, I could drink from your tap," she retorted coolly as she sat back once more. Her gaze remained on the stone. "It is generally frowned upon to feed openly...

Larewen raised her glass to her mouth again as he spoke, though the mouthful of wine she'd imbibed caught in her throat when the monk dubbed himself lucky. She swallowed heard and then passed a rush of air from her mouth to clear her airway for further vocalization. "I'm not entirely sure I'd...

If that was what Hruugen was after, piquing her interest, then he certainly succeeded when he raised the glass upward. She could almost smell his port from where she sat, if she tried hard enough. There were lots of smells to sift through in The Murky Goblet, but it wasn't that that drew her...

Larewen sat quietly in one of the less private alcoves of the establishment, toying with a glass of wine and her grimoire opened before her. The blackened pages and eldritch, glowing ink cast a soft glow on the walls around her. The necromancer, like most of the small village's residents, showed...

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...