Role

Chapter 2

It was her profession that opened her eyes to the depths of sentient
creatures. Their carnal embraces for money in order to sate themselves
for their personal pleasure was eye opening. Her exploits grew, and many
began to seek her out. This growing reputation had the opposite effect
though. She began to despise the leers and wants of others. She sought
her own pleasures. Over time, the sting of the local womens actions
became nothing to her. She embraced doing what she wanted and needed to
do. No one was going to tell her what or how to do anything.

It was on a stroll through the market that a cold breeze pressed a paper
to her leg, it was an advert that she could read yet, but the drawing
shows a black figure raising a dead corpse back to life, or undeath.
This instantly spun her imagination. Vision of her raising the dead and
gathering them around her. If she couldnt have children, she could
raise a different kind of children. "This would certainly shut the women
up in front of me then," she said with a cackle!

Removing herself from the limelight of ill repute was simple, and she was
smart enough to know that she couldnt simply walk away. That would only
increase the desire for what they couldnt have. Instead she stopped
bathing, grooming, and wearing anything that was attractive. She would
become disgusting to others. Soon after they forgot about her, and she
them.

Learning to read was a difficult task, and when she couldnt read, she
had to fake that she could until she learned how. In the shadows, and
during the day (when most necromancers sleep off their nightly studies),
she gained knowledge. Once able to pass the entrance exam, she did so
with the confidence of a woman of ill repute enticing a mark. Great
success!