Role

Chapter 5

A half-drow Necromancer paced back and forth within the Hall of Black
magic, in the Imperial Palace. Her thoughts ran wild, looking back on
her new life, so much has changed, and she's come so far. She began a
new life, youth restored, and once again set off after Immortality. She
looked up at a groan, the dismissed the noise, forgetting her undead
servants surrounded her.

"Soon..." She whispered, for the time for her to seek Immortality through
Undeath was coming, and she knew it. She had joined the Empire, a
bastion of orderly civilization, and risen through the ranks to become an
Elite among them. And on top of that, she was growing used to her
feminine body. Sometimes she even found herself blushing, or giggling.
A strange feeling, for sure, as if some part of that poor girl still
resided within this body. She quickly brushed the thought away, having
more important things to deal with.

Taking a seat in one of the chairs, she began to tap her finger to her
cheek. She would soon be seeking out Lord Emnon again. She had already
succesfully completed one task for him, and now he had only asked her a
simple question.

"What element of my practice closest fits me?" Her words came soft and
quiet, as she contemplated this. Letting out a soft chuckle she looked
to those who she had risen to serve her from death. "Simpler than I
thought, apparently." She finds it fitting that the Master had found her
in Galadon one day. From that day going forward, she had decided to
devote herself to him. To find hidden and powerful treasures to bring to
him. After all, who doesn't like treasures? With her answer, she once
again began to try and discern how she would move into undeath.