Trembling uncontrollably, Lieutenant Maric gazed uneasily at the grand palace. It perched, ominous, on a great summit of gleaming ebony rock, in the crown city of Derasi in the Land of the Dead. The immense castle seemed to reach for eternity up into the murky gray skies. The towers spiraled into thick clouds, as if claiming the sky for the necromancer’s evil dominion set down by a divine mandate from above.
He knew Mistress Angeline to be young, but she was already an accomplished necromancer and had sought to gain complete political control over the council in her adolescence. No one knew for certain, but it was suspected that another more powerful hand guided her momentum. Maric had heard whispers that the demon god Syfe had augmented the Mistress’ powers with his own; and with the demon god at her side, the Mistress had mercilessly slaughtered every leader in her path, rising amongst the ranks as one of the most powerful, dangerous leaders in the Land of the Dead. The dragons, too, fell under her control and remained now only as bone dragons, a gruesome vestige of the creatures they once were.
Despite her desire for domination over the realm, she was also known for having spent years practicing the darkest arts for her own intimate pleasures. Many stories floated about the realms depicting her grisly tastes and her propensity for selecting the best of her lovers to join in the ranks of her undead advisers. One such man, Crimel, used to be a powerful necromancer of his own land, who fell for the dark seductress and was taken as her companion. Maric knew that Crimel now flew Mistress Angeline around her realm as a bone dragon.
He knew Mistress Angeline to be young, but she was already an accomplished necromancer and had sought to gain complete political control over the council in her adolescence. No one knew for certain, but it was suspected that another more powerful hand guided her momentum. Maric had heard whispers that the demon god Syfe had augmented the Mistress’ powers with his own; and with the demon god at her side, the Mistress had mercilessly slaughtered every leader in her path, rising amongst the ranks as one of the most powerful, dangerous leaders in the Land of the Dead. The dragons, too, fell under her control and remained now only as bone dragons, a gruesome vestige of the creatures they once were.
Despite her desire for domination over the realm, she was also known for having spent years practicing the darkest arts for her own intimate pleasures. Many stories floated about the realms depicting her grisly tastes and her propensity for selecting the best of her lovers to join in the ranks of her undead advisers. One such man, Crimel, used to be a powerful necromancer of his own land, who fell for the dark seductress and was taken as her companion. Maric knew that Crimel now flew Mistress Angeline around her realm as a bone dragon.
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