The Death Knight came downstairs from the common room. He finished his chicken, and decided to have another one, when he smelled the distinct aroma of... death. It stank like a tomb in the common room, and it seemed to come from a robed figure sitting at the bar with a Drakkhen. He kept a wary eye on this creature -- after all, he seemed to be on the bad side of The Nihil at the moment -- and slipped into the kitchen to roast another chicken for himself.
Not long after, the robed figure came into the kitchen behind him, closing the door and standing in the doorframe. He glanced up as he thrust the chicken onto the skewer to set it onto the flame. "What do you want?"
It seemed this creature -- he could see the pale appearance of a jawbone thrusting out from the hood of the cloak -- wanted information from him. About The Nihil. Since they're not exactly the most secretive of creatures, he told her all about them. How the wicked Gods of the pantheon known as The Nihil desire nothing but the pleasure and amusement of the death and suffering of mortal creatures.
She asked about a Death-Blight, which, in honesty, meant nothing to him. The condition was obvious, though -- this young woman had been turned into a Lich. The absolutly hillarious part (and for Jodiah Ayreg, hilarious meant that his thin lips pulled back into a smile instead of just twitching) is that she still seemed to cling to her humanity, despite the fact that she's a walking skeleton. Not even a proper corpse, just a skeleton.
It seemed as if this lich was suppressing her own powers because of her desire to not kill wantonly and randomly. It seemed as if she was just going to live the rest of her miserably existance in confusion, and despair. Being the kind, generous soul he was... Jodiah Ayreg stepped in to intervene.
It took a bit of explanation, but in the end, Ayreg felt as if he had helped unleash the darker side of this lich. He left her with some prime advice, though -- be careful not to make too many enemies, lest you'll be put down like a ravenous, wild beast.
Renna of the Dark was aligned back onto the path of The Nihil. Of chaos, and destruction. The Death Knight felt a keen sense of satisfaction at this.. perhaps this was his duty from The Nihil, which brought him back to Rhy'Din? What if he, himself, was not to make war upon the world? What if he were supposed to teach the evil ones already here exactly what it meant to be evil. A guiding force to direct terror, and horror, and evil back across the lands.
Or perhaps not. That Talomar was still keen in his mind, and Ayreg could imagine no greater punishment than to not be able to rip him apart, limb from limb. No, the glory was to be his.
It had to be.
Not long after, the robed figure came into the kitchen behind him, closing the door and standing in the doorframe. He glanced up as he thrust the chicken onto the skewer to set it onto the flame. "What do you want?"
It seemed this creature -- he could see the pale appearance of a jawbone thrusting out from the hood of the cloak -- wanted information from him. About The Nihil. Since they're not exactly the most secretive of creatures, he told her all about them. How the wicked Gods of the pantheon known as The Nihil desire nothing but the pleasure and amusement of the death and suffering of mortal creatures.
She asked about a Death-Blight, which, in honesty, meant nothing to him. The condition was obvious, though -- this young woman had been turned into a Lich. The absolutly hillarious part (and for Jodiah Ayreg, hilarious meant that his thin lips pulled back into a smile instead of just twitching) is that she still seemed to cling to her humanity, despite the fact that she's a walking skeleton. Not even a proper corpse, just a skeleton.
It seemed as if this lich was suppressing her own powers because of her desire to not kill wantonly and randomly. It seemed as if she was just going to live the rest of her miserably existance in confusion, and despair. Being the kind, generous soul he was... Jodiah Ayreg stepped in to intervene.
It took a bit of explanation, but in the end, Ayreg felt as if he had helped unleash the darker side of this lich. He left her with some prime advice, though -- be careful not to make too many enemies, lest you'll be put down like a ravenous, wild beast.
Renna of the Dark was aligned back onto the path of The Nihil. Of chaos, and destruction. The Death Knight felt a keen sense of satisfaction at this.. perhaps this was his duty from The Nihil, which brought him back to Rhy'Din? What if he, himself, was not to make war upon the world? What if he were supposed to teach the evil ones already here exactly what it meant to be evil. A guiding force to direct terror, and horror, and evil back across the lands.
Or perhaps not. That Talomar was still keen in his mind, and Ayreg could imagine no greater punishment than to not be able to rip him apart, limb from limb. No, the glory was to be his.
It had to be.