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@NamarieCalle An urgent message has been sent to the Necromancers of Bridewort Tower, requesting the aide of a necromancer. It seems as though yet another village has been raided by the demons that plague the land, and, as per usual, they call for a necromancer to join the rescue party. The...

A woman sits among the branches of an oak, the foliage around her rustling in the wind. The gale stirs her hair and her cloak flutters lazily as she keeps a wary eye on the area bellow. The young woman’s face is inscrutable, cast in shadow by her hood, only her lips can be seen. If one listens...

I am a traveler, and I do not stay in one place too long. Would you be fine with that? She kneels and opens her rucksack, removing a bundle of bandages before tending to his injury.

The woman sighs and removes her hood, revealing hair so white it seems to glow, cropped short and wavy. The white locks frame the gentle yet elegant curves of her face with an artistry all their own, as though she were sculpted with that in mind. She purses her lips, which are full and pink, and...

She doesn't seem to appreciate his advance and takes a step back. I am simply asking if you need aide, you do not need to know who I am. Nor do I feel a need to show you my face.

(Romance is fine, I just like keeping things PG-13. Oh, and it's fine.) The mist parts and a cloaked, delicate form steps out. I am here, now, would you like assistance? Beneath the cowl of the strange woman's hood, her face is hidden in a swath of shadows, but her eyes seem to pierce through...

The shadow passes him, however, it returns a few moments later and hovers nearby, seeming uncertain. After a moment or two, a soft and distinctly female voice reaches him through sentient mists. Are you in need of assistance? (Hi too you too, it's a pleasure. For you first paragraph, it was...

A thick blanket of mist covers the forest, ominous shadows dancing as the wind stirs the vapor. Within its swirling sea a cloaked figure stands, the mist seems to coil around this stranger and embraces their frame. Moonlight pierces through the trees and shines upon the mist, creating a white...

Lore: In myths and legends among many of the kingdoms, harpies are often described as horrible, savage beasts born of wind and hail. Creatures to be feared by all. Tales often preach the tempest that follows the she-demon that they call their ruler, maelstroms that sink the greatest of...