Role

Chapter 1

Furiously writing while her attention is undivided, a young woman is
observing a few of her test subjects. The surroundings seem archaic to
some, but the laboratory is quite magnificent. She walks over and
administers a potion to a drow, a slight smirk on her face, then a
gnome as she scoffs loudly and forces them to drink a eerily glowing
potion. "Drink it and stop complaining, or I might consider adding you
to my 'help'." as she giggles slightly, gesturing to her undead. She
then walks over to her notes and her quill falls to the ground.
Squatting awkwardly and leaning over in distress, she grabs the quill
and grunts, then stands back over and continues taking her notes."

"Interesting..., the gnome seems to handle the potion much better than
the drow, who would have thought?" She glances over at another cage and
sees a felar rabidly trying to get out. She sighs and mutters an
incantation as the felar slumps over and begins to snore. While the
felar rest soundly she begins attempting other spells. Sores erupt, and
the felar trembles, but seems mildly affected by the magic. While it is
afflicted, she gathers the felar's blood and begins comparing it with
her other samples. A wicked grin comes across her face as if progress
was made.

"Oh my dearest child, hopefully we can make this world better for the
Order before you arrive." She glances down, her hand rubbing her rather
plump stomach. "I have yet to consider a name for you, of course now
would be quite a good time since my studies are going so well" Thrilled
by her accomplishments, she says this with amusement. "Jarhes, if you
are a boy, and Avolra if you are a girl." Glancing back over at her
test subjects, nothing seems to change with them and a look of disgust
comes across her face. "I'd ask your father what he thinks, but I don't
really care for Brordit's opinion when he's never around anyway." She
says scowling angrily but composes herself and fixes the ruffles in her
clothing, keeping her prestigious look.

Hours go by, deep into her work, Lyrentia hears screams and explosions,
amongst many other things. A trailed voice yells "They're here, the
mages of chaos, we are under attack!!!" She stands up slowly and begins
devising a plan in her head and calmly gathers her undead assistants
while preparing herself with her own magic and magical artifacts she
has acquired, taking one of her test potions she's been working on.
"Now that has a punch to it..." She chortles and begins to press her
way outside of her lab. Immediately she sees a large bloody tiger
charging after her and she just scoffs then points at the tiger as it
falls over dead and reverts into an elf. "Hah, elves... Always so cocky
and yet bested by a 'mere' human." She says with an arrogant tone.