Nimueh stood in a clearing; it had been the only clearing she had come across after spending her entire waking days in this forest. She felt safer in the forest, this world was strange. When she had awoken in a crypt beneath an old citadel in the forest, overgrown with trees and growths, hidden from the human eye... She had been startled. This world's energies were different.
What had happened? She tipped her head back, staring at the sky. Her hands dragged through her hair as she whispered, her voice rough from disuse. "Where is Mordunr?" her advisor... Who had led her lands while she was young and stepped aside when she had reached an age of power. They had become something akin to lovers, that prideful man and this eternal Queen.
She raised a hand and murmured something as she shielded her gaze from the sky. Nimueh turned to gaze at that citadel, humans had never traipsed upon her crypt it would seem. She whispered a rough few words in the language of the old religion, an incantation to cause the growth to wither and die, leaving the crumbling surface in her sight. The woman closed her eyes as she settled upon the ground; her fingers clutching the sapphire runes she had used back in her time... Mordunr must have buried them with her when he locked her away inside the stronghold. She tossed them above her head and whispered, "Did the Kingdom of my name fall?" The runes seemed to think, before tumbling into the position for yes. The once Queen closed her eyes as she asked her next question, "Is Mordunr alive?"
The runes once again toppled from the sky, into the marked surfaces of a yes answer. The woman began to laugh, her laughter was raspy and hurt her throat. All was not yet lost if the advisor lived. The question, that echoed through her twisted mind, was one that she would never be able to answer. "Mordunr... Where are you? This world is frightening."
She would never had admitted such a thing if the man had been right beside of her. But alas, nobody was here. The necromancer froze, her peach lips parting in a startled gasp as some kind of mechanical abomination entered her view. A drone. And with a flash that drone was taking pictures and the woman was shielding her face. She raised a hand and summoned the old soul of a deceased warrior. The time of his life was not recent, but she could feel that he still lingered. By doing this she was straining herself, to such conditions that in her time, death was inevitable. As the soul took the drone down, the woman's nose began to bleed rather profusely. Her vision swam as she crawled toward the fallen instrument.
As she neared the drone, she sensed a presence that overwhelmed her weakened form. She rested against the drone, her eyes fluttering as she whispered quietly, "Mordunr?" Whoever was coming to retrieve the drone reminded her of her advisor and once-love. The woman would stay within the conscious world long enough to see a form, and nothing more. She had lost consciousness due to hunger, blood loss and dehydration; and while her nose would stop bleeding on its own, the seemingly young woman did not have food or water.
The young man who came upon the necromancer would find a lovely young lady of Asian descent, covered in grime and dust, cobwebs in her ebony hair and blood staining her soft face. Her lips were peeling and dry, her lithe form was thin with malnourishment. The moment she had woken all the spells keeping her alive had allowed hunger and hydration to crash upon her. Though it would not kill her, the young woman would be out of it for a moment yet.
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What had happened? She tipped her head back, staring at the sky. Her hands dragged through her hair as she whispered, her voice rough from disuse. "Where is Mordunr?" her advisor... Who had led her lands while she was young and stepped aside when she had reached an age of power. They had become something akin to lovers, that prideful man and this eternal Queen.
She raised a hand and murmured something as she shielded her gaze from the sky. Nimueh turned to gaze at that citadel, humans had never traipsed upon her crypt it would seem. She whispered a rough few words in the language of the old religion, an incantation to cause the growth to wither and die, leaving the crumbling surface in her sight. The woman closed her eyes as she settled upon the ground; her fingers clutching the sapphire runes she had used back in her time... Mordunr must have buried them with her when he locked her away inside the stronghold. She tossed them above her head and whispered, "Did the Kingdom of my name fall?" The runes seemed to think, before tumbling into the position for yes. The once Queen closed her eyes as she asked her next question, "Is Mordunr alive?"
The runes once again toppled from the sky, into the marked surfaces of a yes answer. The woman began to laugh, her laughter was raspy and hurt her throat. All was not yet lost if the advisor lived. The question, that echoed through her twisted mind, was one that she would never be able to answer. "Mordunr... Where are you? This world is frightening."
She would never had admitted such a thing if the man had been right beside of her. But alas, nobody was here. The necromancer froze, her peach lips parting in a startled gasp as some kind of mechanical abomination entered her view. A drone. And with a flash that drone was taking pictures and the woman was shielding her face. She raised a hand and summoned the old soul of a deceased warrior. The time of his life was not recent, but she could feel that he still lingered. By doing this she was straining herself, to such conditions that in her time, death was inevitable. As the soul took the drone down, the woman's nose began to bleed rather profusely. Her vision swam as she crawled toward the fallen instrument.
As she neared the drone, she sensed a presence that overwhelmed her weakened form. She rested against the drone, her eyes fluttering as she whispered quietly, "Mordunr?" Whoever was coming to retrieve the drone reminded her of her advisor and once-love. The woman would stay within the conscious world long enough to see a form, and nothing more. She had lost consciousness due to hunger, blood loss and dehydration; and while her nose would stop bleeding on its own, the seemingly young woman did not have food or water.
The young man who came upon the necromancer would find a lovely young lady of Asian descent, covered in grime and dust, cobwebs in her ebony hair and blood staining her soft face. Her lips were peeling and dry, her lithe form was thin with malnourishment. The moment she had woken all the spells keeping her alive had allowed hunger and hydration to crash upon her. Though it would not kill her, the young woman would be out of it for a moment yet.
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