Role

Chapter 3

My plan to work around the Arborian High Priest changed drastically after I was
approached by the Pearl Lich, himself. We spoke at length about my future, and he
saw in me something that could be refined and used towards his own far-reaching
goals, which still remain unknown to me. At the time, however, I did confide in
him that I felt I would someday be marked as one of the Anathema for my religious
beliefs. This was something I had known for quite some time.

So, why not simply adopt a new faith? Because it would diminish me in so many ways.
I have always found strength in the philosophies of the Hydra, and have enjoyed
dancing the dangerous edge of truth and intrigue.

At the Pearl Lich's direction, I sought out the Arborian and earned enough of his
trust, or at least his curiousity, to be given a chance to gather the reagents for
my own Elixir of Death. After what must have been years of searching, I was able
to find everything that I needed, though the path was most difficult, and my health
suffered wounds that even undeath has not mended. After my Becoming I was faced with
the reality that no one could bear the horror of my presence enough to join me in
my travels, which secretly made me smile, though you would be hard pressed to know
what a lipless, faceless smile looks like. I had succeeded. A dark miracle had been
worked in me, and the world would know my name.