Nar'Vhen
The halls of her Keep were quiet as they always were. The only sound that could be heard was the shuffling feet of the faceless as they roamed and went about their daily tasks.
None of them peered at her with their eyeless gazes as she slithered among them, none of them even turned their heads. It was not disinterest, it was not respect of fear. The faceless could not have looked at her if she had commanded, not with a barb of her tongue. They were soulless things, empty and driven only by a command issued by the quirk of her finger.
A touch of magic.
She had used a soul to create them, or at least a part of one. Each of the faceless imbued with a sliver of what had once been a life. There were a thousand of them within her Keep now, each of them toiling away at a task. Each of them once a part of a man, a woman, or perhaps a child. Deep down they knew perhaps, a reflection of the scream of what once was a spark of life.
Nysia didn't think about that as she continued down her path. Those who had become the Faceless had made their choice, had struck their bargain. It was a decision, one that they had taken upon themselves. There was no guilt, not even the slightest sliver.
Two of the faceless pulled open a great door as she approached, their sinewy ashy flesh seeming to reflect some of the bare purple torchlight that hung within the air. As she moved beyond the doors they closed behind her once again, the laboratory in front of her lit perfectly by dancing magics above. Her gaze swept through the room, eventually landing upon the slight figure laying upon a bed at the center of the room.
"It's time to wake up." Nysia hissed towards the figure, knowing that it was not asleep.
It could not be.
The halls of her Keep were quiet as they always were. The only sound that could be heard was the shuffling feet of the faceless as they roamed and went about their daily tasks.
None of them peered at her with their eyeless gazes as she slithered among them, none of them even turned their heads. It was not disinterest, it was not respect of fear. The faceless could not have looked at her if she had commanded, not with a barb of her tongue. They were soulless things, empty and driven only by a command issued by the quirk of her finger.
A touch of magic.
She had used a soul to create them, or at least a part of one. Each of the faceless imbued with a sliver of what had once been a life. There were a thousand of them within her Keep now, each of them toiling away at a task. Each of them once a part of a man, a woman, or perhaps a child. Deep down they knew perhaps, a reflection of the scream of what once was a spark of life.
Nysia didn't think about that as she continued down her path. Those who had become the Faceless had made their choice, had struck their bargain. It was a decision, one that they had taken upon themselves. There was no guilt, not even the slightest sliver.
Two of the faceless pulled open a great door as she approached, their sinewy ashy flesh seeming to reflect some of the bare purple torchlight that hung within the air. As she moved beyond the doors they closed behind her once again, the laboratory in front of her lit perfectly by dancing magics above. Her gaze swept through the room, eventually landing upon the slight figure laying upon a bed at the center of the room.
"It's time to wake up." Nysia hissed towards the figure, knowing that it was not asleep.
It could not be.