Role

Chapter 4

the centuries from her life, together with her original body. No price was
too high if it would give her back the years that were taken from her. She
would find someone to teach her the rituals of the Becoming she'd read about,
and to help her determine the ingredients that would be needed for the Elixir
of Death she would consume, for she had no idea how to tell which had a
resonance with her very soul. When she had managed to master the secrets of
her guild, she would pay a visit to the Lichmaker said to lurk beyond the
Arborian graveyard. Perhaps he could be persuaded to teach her the secrets
she would need to know. She reflected... a smiling face and a friendly voice
might work wonders with the living. Indeed, it already had paid dividends,
for she had some allies she could trust and had been gifted with knowledge of
where protective wands could be found after no more than a curtsey, but she
doubted it would sway the undead. A different approach would be needed.
Time, blood, and testing would be required to learn what it was. In the
meantime she would redouble her efforts to win the loyalty of those around
her. They would be needed to make possible her Becoming: to shield her from
the undead she'd seen eying her with unnatural hunger from the graveyard in
Arboria, and also to help her gather the ingredients to her elixir, when
known.