Role

Chapter 5

How many hours or days passed, she could not tell, if time even passed at
all. She walked in a strange place of shadows, noise seemed distorted, shapes
indistinct. She sense other presences, but could never see what she felt
watched her with curious, hungry eyes, watching her, and what she still
clenched in her hand. Then, slowly becoming more distinct, she saw a portal
of light, stumbling towards it she pitches forward and her body lurches once
more before landing face first in a patch of dead, cold earth. Blinking her
eyes clear, her vision clears, around her are numerous tombstones and torches
spaced along a narrow path which weaves between them. Her nose is filled with
the scent of the dead, and the occasional moan of something not quite dead.
The sky above her is resplendent with twinkling points of light and sliver of
crescent luminesce. She hears a gruff voice not far warning someone of the
dangers of being in the graveyard at night, how did she come to be here?
Where was here? She moves cautiously towards the voice to find a group of
humans standing watch over some iron gates. The older man eyes her warily.
'One of those necromancer lot eh? Well don't be causing your mischief here!!'
He points south to the gates, 'go on. GIT!' Without thinking she moves
through the gates into the bustling streets of Galadon.

It did not take Undaraxyl long to find the Necromancers guild and after a
conversation with the dark being she found there, apprenticed herself to his
craft. Though she did not share with him how she had come to be there, or the
nature of the stone in her possession.