Role

Chapter 3

The darkness of the Underworld had always been of comfort to Unathalese, her
eyes seemed more keen than others of her kind, seeing more in the darkest
recessed of the Underdark. Though the city was well lit by torches, sconces
well placed around each street and building, she preferred the darker places,
far from prying eyes. Here she would practice her rudimentary spells, or
exploring the inner workings of flesh through vivisection and dissection. She
has so far failed to resurrect any of the creatures she had experimented on,
and wonders if it were the fact that the lacked sentience. This she plans to
remedy. There is a particular girl from a rival house within Teth Azeleth to
home she has a particular 'distaste'. A sickly child who rarely was seen in
public without her nursemaids. There were many within the city who thought
her too weak to be allowed to live and muttered it was a disgrace to the
Spider Goddess that she was not put to death. Unathalese could smell the
disease in her blood, she once stood close to her in the plaza. There was a
bandage on the child's arm, from a fresh wound. Probably the kind of wound
most children would receive in the course of being a child, but for this
particular one, the wound stayed open and did not heal. Unathalese could
often smell blood when it was freshly spilt, one of the reason she enjoyed
her walks through the slavemarkets when the slavemasters whip had been
active. It intoxicated her. When the child walked past the smell of her blood
made Unathalese gag, it stack of disease. Her distaste blossomed into a full
fledge plan to use her in a future experiment and raise her corpse and prove
her increasing necromantic skills.

The plan to abduct the child was simple and effective. A lonely thing, bereft
of friends, was easily tempted away with the promise of a playmate.
Unathalese experiments were divided into those she conducted while the
child's screams echoed through the secluded cavern, those she performed on
the still warm corpse and then culminated with the final act of raising the
corpse to be her thrall. As the small figure shambled to its feet Unathalese
felt a surge of triumph, to be followed rapidly with her scream of
frustration as the zombie fell to pieces before her eyes. It was ironic that
it were her screams which allowed the house guards to pinpoint her location.