14th of Saun, Arc 716
"Agh!" A scream. The Necromancer wandered through the halls of the crypt, one the Coven had begun to utilize as a base of operations. The sound of wails had begun to fill the dark depths of this place with utter rancor. No one looked happy, and they all knew the source of each others terror: the Lich. Another scream broke through the hall, with Alistair now standing quietly besides a brazier along the path. He took a breath - as he would be seeing her soon.
The walls were covered with an ill apparel. Some of them had the guts of victims hanging from them. The ceiling of the hallway had the bone of a child as a decoration for each square foot. The madness of the Necromantress and her Liches had intensified, as well as the cruelty and disregard by all those within the Coven. It had truly become the stereotypical nightmarish cult, and Alistair had already acknowledged that he no longer belonged. He had become a talented mage, far better than most in the Coven and certainly the Seekers. But that was not all that was required of a child of Ellasin's ilk.
There had to be more.
"DAMIEN!" she screeched, the sound roaring throughout their base of operations. The Lich quickly ran through the hallway, coming to Ellasin's call and tapping Alistair on the shoulder as he passed him by. The Necromancer felt compelled. He had to see what this was all about - what had led Ellasin to an unnatural state of frenzy. And so he did.
The man followed after Damien and witnessed through the cracks of the door - the woman was on the floor standing above the body of a dead apprentice. She was . . . stabbing him, over and over and over again. "DAMIEN. This was one of YOURS," she yelled. The woman grabbed a hammer from her table and had begun to bludgeon him mercilessly, bashing through his skull. Alistair could only wonder: why?
"Ellasin, what did he do?" Damien asked. He did not freak out or enable her. He merely asked what he had done - the man had always been the calm sort. And she replied, rising from the ground with blood wetting her black cotton clothes, smeared across her body from head to toe. "He touched Orion," she said with a grimace. Alistair almost laughed. Orion was the woman's black cat, one who apparently was something of a familiar. Did she really murder this man over something so trivial?
The Necromantress spat on his corpse. "Damien, this is your bloody fucking mess, you cretin. Allowing a filthy mongrel too great of mobility. He is only a bloody Associate, Damien! Do you not even realize the infantile state of his mind? To allow him away from supervision and even near my Orion is absolutely mind boggling! I should have all of you flayed and replaced with another!"
"Agh!" A scream. The Necromancer wandered through the halls of the crypt, one the Coven had begun to utilize as a base of operations. The sound of wails had begun to fill the dark depths of this place with utter rancor. No one looked happy, and they all knew the source of each others terror: the Lich. Another scream broke through the hall, with Alistair now standing quietly besides a brazier along the path. He took a breath - as he would be seeing her soon.
The walls were covered with an ill apparel. Some of them had the guts of victims hanging from them. The ceiling of the hallway had the bone of a child as a decoration for each square foot. The madness of the Necromantress and her Liches had intensified, as well as the cruelty and disregard by all those within the Coven. It had truly become the stereotypical nightmarish cult, and Alistair had already acknowledged that he no longer belonged. He had become a talented mage, far better than most in the Coven and certainly the Seekers. But that was not all that was required of a child of Ellasin's ilk.
There had to be more.
"DAMIEN!" she screeched, the sound roaring throughout their base of operations. The Lich quickly ran through the hallway, coming to Ellasin's call and tapping Alistair on the shoulder as he passed him by. The Necromancer felt compelled. He had to see what this was all about - what had led Ellasin to an unnatural state of frenzy. And so he did.
The man followed after Damien and witnessed through the cracks of the door - the woman was on the floor standing above the body of a dead apprentice. She was . . . stabbing him, over and over and over again. "DAMIEN. This was one of YOURS," she yelled. The woman grabbed a hammer from her table and had begun to bludgeon him mercilessly, bashing through his skull. Alistair could only wonder: why?
"Ellasin, what did he do?" Damien asked. He did not freak out or enable her. He merely asked what he had done - the man had always been the calm sort. And she replied, rising from the ground with blood wetting her black cotton clothes, smeared across her body from head to toe. "He touched Orion," she said with a grimace. Alistair almost laughed. Orion was the woman's black cat, one who apparently was something of a familiar. Did she really murder this man over something so trivial?
The Necromantress spat on his corpse. "Damien, this is your bloody fucking mess, you cretin. Allowing a filthy mongrel too great of mobility. He is only a bloody Associate, Damien! Do you not even realize the infantile state of his mind? To allow him away from supervision and even near my Orion is absolutely mind boggling! I should have all of you flayed and replaced with another!"