The Necromancer
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Roleplay posts: 1
Age: Immortal
Physical Description: With porcelain, olive hued skin, she stands at 5'7, her body ethereally beautiful. With charcoal lips and obsidian for eyes, her ebony hair falls in silky locks across her body.
Clothes and Equipment: Cloaked in luxurious gold and beautiful pitch black, the Necromancer's steel-tipped toes are stainless, despite the amounts of blood that has splattered on them. Her sapient scythe, Salaasa, is crafted expertly, using the diamond bone of a leviathan unlike any seen before. Her chains are said to be able to rend souls from their body, and can detach from her scythe with a mere thought.
Registered: Dec 23, 2018 11:35:22 GMT -8
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Post by The Necromancer on Dec 23, 2018 14:22:02 GMT -8
Upon an isle of death, is the feared Cadw'r Farwolaeth. Known as the refuge of the dead, the entire isle is curiously absent from the icy permafrost that pervades the region, although snow occasionally drifts down. This island is shrouded by a thick gloom, which only the moon's pale rays can penetrate, making the isle seem as if perpetually under night. The trees glow with the thin ectoplasm that blossoms from their bare limbs. Enclosed within enchanted dark steel gates, the entire island is almost a cemetery, or.. Perhaps more disturbingly, a mass grave. Corpses are strewn about in a macabre fashion. The only area seemingly not touched by the morbid touch is a mausoleum found near the center, locked with foul magic permeating from it.
Barren, there are a small group of land-tenders that reside on the isle, taking care of the mausoleum and graves, as well as the ruins of the palace found deep within the mountains of the isle. They journey monthly, under the gaze of the full moon, to the village near the Caer IĆ¢, the sister-isle for supplies. The powerful magics that surround the mausoleum follows them into the village, cloaking them from being followed, keeping Cadw'r Farwolaeth from being discovered.
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