In the Wilderness

The fire crackled high, as Netzach stared into it, sitting on an old fallen log for a seat.

Despite days having passed since being accosted and beaten in an alley near the Copper Prince, his rage had endured.
He stared into the red embers of the campfire he had made, too...

The Umbral Caverns

MASTER! Netzach yelled into the cave as he stormed in, throwing his pack onto the floor.

Despite the many days since being accosted in an alley near the tavern, his hatred for the ones who had humiliated and beaten him smoldered ever hotter.
The caravan ride here acted like...

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I am a damsel

locked in her tower,

but I am my own capture.

No one else has the

strength to lock me away.

You though have the key

to free me from myself

Ymiden 60

The trial was not yet started as the dawn was approaching but already things were quietly busy. The wedding was...

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When Vivian had announced that she'd join him, he hadn't argued against it. Considering her attitude towards him already, it felt like she had more than a little distrust, or perhaps even jealousy towards him considering the involvement he'd had with the beasts. She'd...

In the cave of the old necromancer

Sktch! Sktch! Sktch! Sktch!

Netzach scraped flesh and skin off of the rodent's carcass, careful not the snap the bones. His dagger, though sharp, felt unwieldiy. His hands slipping on the handle, the rodent's bodily fluids making it slick, and...

I am a damsel

locked in her tower,

but I am my own capture.

No one else has the

strength to lock me away.

You though have the key

to free me from myself

Ymiden 50 223

The wind was blowing across the lake as they sat in the row boat that was bringing Genna and Pablo from the...

In the caverns

Today, we will be covering a very important skill for a necromancer. A technique that offers us some combat utility outside of our thralls.

Netzach sat attentively, legs crossed, on the ground. His hands clenched a notebook and a piece of charcoal, etching notes.

His mentor...

Umbral Caverns

WHAP
Breathe deep , Netzach. Flow with the breath. If you aren't breathing you aren't flowing, and you aren't focusing.
Hod said, as he lightly, but annoyingly, struck Netzach over the head with a bit of rolled up parchment.

You try breathing deep in a cave full of corpses...

Stormwastes, Near the Umbral Caverns

A haggard dreary eyed Netzach trudged through the arid, dusty soil of the stormwastes. The ground beneath his feet feeling less like sand and more like broken bits of bone and teeth, that stuck to the soles of his shoes, or painfully to his skin when he...

7th Vhalar, 723.

Placeholder V. Miscellaneous business in the Stormlands.

6th Vhalar, 723.

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The Stormlands, somewhere.

Netzach woke up groggily, his memories jumbled, as if coming in from far away. As he pushed himself up, his hand brushed up against the craggy, crumbly surface of the ground. Ground?

He creaked his eyes open. He wasn’t at home. By the Fates, where in Idalos was he?...

//1st Vhalar, 723.// In the Stormlands.

When Vahdah was done with the grass at the side of the little dirt road, Vahekoh got up slowly, sorely, from where she'd been lying in the grass not too distant from the grazing horse. Ouch, she said when she got up. She had a thunderous headache, her body...

//1st Vhalar, 723.// Off in the woods, in the Stormlands.

One moment all was as it had been, and the next moment it wasn't. One moment, Vahekoh- who was out riding her horse, Vahdah- had been okay, out in the woods, going where she was going. The next moment, she wasn't okay. There was pain in...

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Silverhair was frightened; or perhaps nervous. He wasn't good at reading people so he couldn't really tell what she felt, or why. She gave him answers nonetheless, to most of his questions, and she answered them in considerable detail to give him a good understanding...

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Anyone else would have walked away at this point.

He'd tracked Silverhair all the way south of the Mire, picking apart their tracks until he'd found their camp and ambushed them. He'd even tracked the original buyers further still, to the open waters as they attempted...

21 Ymiden 723 | Azrael Blackfire

Azrael didn't think of himself as a particularly lucky person but time and time again he was proven wrong. Everything turned out for the better with the spirits in Melrath and now he had a new, albeit quiet, friend in Anona. The diri of thirst was an interesting...

Kneeling by the river, Prae studied the tracks by the bank , claws tracing thoughtfully over the muddy imprints. There were a buck’s hoofprints here, mostly dried up by now, but they were deep, and broadly spaced. This was a big male for certain, with plenty of meat and hide on him. But there… Prae...