Josiah Fawcett
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Josiah shook the hand of the other undead sailor, lichfire eyes burning brightly in response to the Captain's exuberance. The 'younger' Lich could feel the necromantic energy pouring off Mechanteau like the crashing waves during a storm at sea, countless tendrils racing through the town and beneath it and to the sea beyond; he'd have to be careful with this one.
"I dabble, really; a bit of necromancy ta keep my bones nice and shiny, aeromancy to ensure the winds are always filling my sails... and my dear old mum always said Song has a magic all its own."
He looped his free arm around Arden's neck and pulled him close to the undead pair, even as he steered them out of the tavern to follow Captain Lass.
"This here is my boatswain, Arden Smollet; the only living thing on the Wicked Grace save for a very persistent mouse named Teague."
"I dabble, really; a bit of necromancy ta keep my bones nice and shiny, aeromancy to ensure the winds are always filling my sails... and my dear old mum always said Song has a magic all its own."
He looped his free arm around Arden's neck and pulled him close to the undead pair, even as he steered them out of the tavern to follow Captain Lass.
"This here is my boatswain, Arden Smollet; the only living thing on the Wicked Grace save for a very persistent mouse named Teague."
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