Vanira
The Void Prophetess
AI10100
The day had not gone as expected. It was odd enough that not even a month ago a newcomer came into Armagh and started to poke his nose around, but now there was another? Rohana had certainly not expected to be pulled from her daily duties aiding the sick to go watch a public execution. Not too often the high and mighty Priestess shows her face. Standing in the crowd surrounded by most of the town, Rohana glanced over at the Doctor who was with her, his tired eyes focused on the Priestess talking. He was enamored by what she was saying. Not a single word came from the crowd as the throat was slit and blood fell. Blue eyes met that of the newcomer for the briefest moments before the act. Then they went limp on the ground. Everyone, including Rohana murmured praises to the Blood God.
Oh, Rohana had not expected a day like this to have hope show up.
The rather short woman made her way to the body with the Doctor, making sure to keep her head low and gaze strictly on the corpse. Rohana did not wish to get the attention of the vampires present, and starring was never a good way to avoid that. Wasn’t too often they came into town, and she had heard they were… unpredictable.
Rohana grabbed the woman’s arms while the Doctor grabbed the feet. Both lifted the body and started to make their way to the cemetery. Once there, they buried the cold body with the other nameless corpses and called it a day. Rohana smiling at the old man and said “praise be the Blood God,” before leaving. Blah, how she hated saying that. The God did nothing for her but cause misery to everyone. However, she pushed those negative thoughts aside. A glimmer of hope in her blue eyes.
This morning, hope appeared. This afternoon hope has died. Tonight, Rohana would bring hope back.
Night had fallen. Only the Moon and Rohana were there for the grave robbing. Something Nana had always warned Rohana from doing so. No better sign of a necromancer running a muck than missing bodies. That was fine, Rohana just needed two days at most. Two days and she was gone. The redhead formed a plan as she dragged the body back to her home. Thankfully, not too far from the graveyard. Hardly anyone was insane to come out at night, so Rohana felt safe that she had remained unseen as she shut the door to her Grandmother’s little old cabin.
Four hours later, Rohana had near the end of the required chanting. Her voice has become raspy with the non-stop usage of her voice. The light from the candles surrounding the body grew bright and green. No, no it was not supposed to turn green. “Shit, I’m losing her,” Rohana kept the panicking internalized as she stepped forward, still continuing the chanting. Rohana placed one hand over her own chest, resting on the heart. The other hand rested on the woman in the same position. Still chanting, the Necromancer painfully seeped her own life force and moved it into the dead body. It hurt so badly but it was needed.
That went on for several more minutes before the redhead collapsed onto the floor. The green light from the candles became paler until they were white before extinguishing. Leaving the Woman alone in darkness. Panting and starting at the dead body. Blue eyes gazed intensely at the dead body before finally the body gasped for air.
The day had not gone as expected. It was odd enough that not even a month ago a newcomer came into Armagh and started to poke his nose around, but now there was another? Rohana had certainly not expected to be pulled from her daily duties aiding the sick to go watch a public execution. Not too often the high and mighty Priestess shows her face. Standing in the crowd surrounded by most of the town, Rohana glanced over at the Doctor who was with her, his tired eyes focused on the Priestess talking. He was enamored by what she was saying. Not a single word came from the crowd as the throat was slit and blood fell. Blue eyes met that of the newcomer for the briefest moments before the act. Then they went limp on the ground. Everyone, including Rohana murmured praises to the Blood God.
Oh, Rohana had not expected a day like this to have hope show up.
The rather short woman made her way to the body with the Doctor, making sure to keep her head low and gaze strictly on the corpse. Rohana did not wish to get the attention of the vampires present, and starring was never a good way to avoid that. Wasn’t too often they came into town, and she had heard they were… unpredictable.
Rohana grabbed the woman’s arms while the Doctor grabbed the feet. Both lifted the body and started to make their way to the cemetery. Once there, they buried the cold body with the other nameless corpses and called it a day. Rohana smiling at the old man and said “praise be the Blood God,” before leaving. Blah, how she hated saying that. The God did nothing for her but cause misery to everyone. However, she pushed those negative thoughts aside. A glimmer of hope in her blue eyes.
This morning, hope appeared. This afternoon hope has died. Tonight, Rohana would bring hope back.
Night had fallen. Only the Moon and Rohana were there for the grave robbing. Something Nana had always warned Rohana from doing so. No better sign of a necromancer running a muck than missing bodies. That was fine, Rohana just needed two days at most. Two days and she was gone. The redhead formed a plan as she dragged the body back to her home. Thankfully, not too far from the graveyard. Hardly anyone was insane to come out at night, so Rohana felt safe that she had remained unseen as she shut the door to her Grandmother’s little old cabin.
Four hours later, Rohana had near the end of the required chanting. Her voice has become raspy with the non-stop usage of her voice. The light from the candles surrounding the body grew bright and green. No, no it was not supposed to turn green. “Shit, I’m losing her,” Rohana kept the panicking internalized as she stepped forward, still continuing the chanting. Rohana placed one hand over her own chest, resting on the heart. The other hand rested on the woman in the same position. Still chanting, the Necromancer painfully seeped her own life force and moved it into the dead body. It hurt so badly but it was needed.
That went on for several more minutes before the redhead collapsed onto the floor. The green light from the candles became paler until they were white before extinguishing. Leaving the Woman alone in darkness. Panting and starting at the dead body. Blue eyes gazed intensely at the dead body before finally the body gasped for air.