Celeste Tenebrea
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~Several years before their arrival in Elbion~
Celeste trembled, power coursing through every nerve ending she had. Terrible, power. She swiped the back of her hand across her forehead, red hot blood streaking across the pale flesh of the elven female. She was focused. Concentrating. Hard at work on the one thing that she'd cared anything about. He'd taken, yes he, substantial damage from their latest conquest. Celeste had raided the local crematorium for bodies. Only, due to the substantial rise of body snatchers (Her mostly), there had been armed guards posted outside.
The guards proved more useful than the contents of the Crematorium in the end. Celeste giggled triumphantly. Finally she'd untangled the mess of sinew and muscle to reveal what she'd been after. A round pale pink organ. She used one hand to push the dead body over onto the floor and walked delicately over to her most prized possession. Madness in her eyes. She grinned, and crouched over Grimr, kneeling besides the massive creature.
"Only a quick pain. You know." She made a small incision and began rummaging around in his guts, blood and green bile spilling out. She found the leak and quickly removed the damaged part, replacing it with the one she'd found. Pulling on the magic she called forth she bade the organ to heal properly. The same power healers used. She grinned. She'd gotten good at that. Twisting the power of health, turning it black. She then returned the fascia over the organs and healed it before closing the skin and repeating the same process. "There. No more bleeding and gushing..." Her arms and the front of her apron were drenched in blood. Grimr was brand spanking new. All healed up and functional again.
"How does that feel? Better? I should hope so. It was a bleeder. Why a creature as yourself would need a spleen I have no idea, BUT yours is brand new. They didn't need it anymore." She gestured to the two dead guards on the ground, still warm and bleeding into the earth.
Celeste turned towards the water barrel and filled her bucket, before upturning the contents over herself to wash the body fluids off of her skin. She pulled the ties to the apron and hung the fabric neck loop over a hook. Celeste pulled her pale pastel hair back and ran her fingers through it as she turned to regard Grimr. "We are getting nowhere in this backwater hell hole. Everywhere we go we are hunted. I am tired of running." She stated it matter of factly. Celeste didn't complain. She used logic. "If I'm going to get anywhere I need more power. More coin. We need More." Everything really. They were living off of the remains of the dead. Using what they could to survive. Eating the flesh of the dead when it was fresh enough.
The she-elf nibbled on her lip as she thought, pulling a thick black robe around herself to stave off the cold after her post surgery shower. "I heard tale of a caravan making it's way North." She murmured, the gears in her brain whirring. She could just as easily bring down the Caravan, take it's gold and it's bodies. People, fresh bodies were about as good as gold to her. They could use the Caravan. "Ever heard of the city of Elbion?" She grinned, turning to face Grimr again. "There's a Mage College there." She grinned.
Grimr
Celeste trembled, power coursing through every nerve ending she had. Terrible, power. She swiped the back of her hand across her forehead, red hot blood streaking across the pale flesh of the elven female. She was focused. Concentrating. Hard at work on the one thing that she'd cared anything about. He'd taken, yes he, substantial damage from their latest conquest. Celeste had raided the local crematorium for bodies. Only, due to the substantial rise of body snatchers (Her mostly), there had been armed guards posted outside.
The guards proved more useful than the contents of the Crematorium in the end. Celeste giggled triumphantly. Finally she'd untangled the mess of sinew and muscle to reveal what she'd been after. A round pale pink organ. She used one hand to push the dead body over onto the floor and walked delicately over to her most prized possession. Madness in her eyes. She grinned, and crouched over Grimr, kneeling besides the massive creature.
"Only a quick pain. You know." She made a small incision and began rummaging around in his guts, blood and green bile spilling out. She found the leak and quickly removed the damaged part, replacing it with the one she'd found. Pulling on the magic she called forth she bade the organ to heal properly. The same power healers used. She grinned. She'd gotten good at that. Twisting the power of health, turning it black. She then returned the fascia over the organs and healed it before closing the skin and repeating the same process. "There. No more bleeding and gushing..." Her arms and the front of her apron were drenched in blood. Grimr was brand spanking new. All healed up and functional again.
"How does that feel? Better? I should hope so. It was a bleeder. Why a creature as yourself would need a spleen I have no idea, BUT yours is brand new. They didn't need it anymore." She gestured to the two dead guards on the ground, still warm and bleeding into the earth.
Celeste turned towards the water barrel and filled her bucket, before upturning the contents over herself to wash the body fluids off of her skin. She pulled the ties to the apron and hung the fabric neck loop over a hook. Celeste pulled her pale pastel hair back and ran her fingers through it as she turned to regard Grimr. "We are getting nowhere in this backwater hell hole. Everywhere we go we are hunted. I am tired of running." She stated it matter of factly. Celeste didn't complain. She used logic. "If I'm going to get anywhere I need more power. More coin. We need More." Everything really. They were living off of the remains of the dead. Using what they could to survive. Eating the flesh of the dead when it was fresh enough.
The she-elf nibbled on her lip as she thought, pulling a thick black robe around herself to stave off the cold after her post surgery shower. "I heard tale of a caravan making it's way North." She murmured, the gears in her brain whirring. She could just as easily bring down the Caravan, take it's gold and it's bodies. People, fresh bodies were about as good as gold to her. They could use the Caravan. "Ever heard of the city of Elbion?" She grinned, turning to face Grimr again. "There's a Mage College there." She grinned.
Grimr