The tide that Elgar’nan had sought to sweep over Antiva had crashed against the land's shores, but the response had been swift. Nyllian had returned too late to offer any assistance though as he faded back into the void, broken and scattered, the necromancer had absorbed a tiny fraction of power. A final gift from the God of the Sun and Vengeance.
While content in the dark, the bending of the light around her was a useful tool to remain undiscovered. Perhaps they would use it for a game of cat and mouse around the estate, though pointless given Death had already consumed her flesh and was intimately aware of the pulse of the organ behind her ribs. While she mourned her rescuer's demise, the comforting lull of his sombre song quickly put her grief to rest.
Her chambers had been rarely used when in residence, preferring the familiarity of the dungeons and the savage, bare conditions. However, she would be grateful of mattresses' softness after the arduous search through the mountains of Antiva for the gift sought. Approaching the door, Nyllian raised a hand to push it open only to pause mid-air as she noticed it open. Irritation quickly evaporated once a familiar rumble reached her ears, a small smile began curling at the corners before pushing and closing the door behind her, back resting against the wood.
Pushing herself off the door, Nyllian stalked her way towards him, head bowed.
@Falon'din
While content in the dark, the bending of the light around her was a useful tool to remain undiscovered. Perhaps they would use it for a game of cat and mouse around the estate, though pointless given Death had already consumed her flesh and was intimately aware of the pulse of the organ behind her ribs. While she mourned her rescuer's demise, the comforting lull of his sombre song quickly put her grief to rest.
Her chambers had been rarely used when in residence, preferring the familiarity of the dungeons and the savage, bare conditions. However, she would be grateful of mattresses' softness after the arduous search through the mountains of Antiva for the gift sought. Approaching the door, Nyllian raised a hand to push it open only to pause mid-air as she noticed it open. Irritation quickly evaporated once a familiar rumble reached her ears, a small smile began curling at the corners before pushing and closing the door behind her, back resting against the wood.
My apologies for its sparseness. I don’t spend much time here,eyes trailed around the room. From the desk, laden with various texts and tombs of magic to the table of various bones and skeletal remains to the few pieces of soft furnishings.
Though, if it’s to your tastes… I’ll certainly return more often.
Pushing herself off the door, Nyllian stalked her way towards him, head bowed.
How may I be of service, my Lord.
@Falon'din
08-24-2024, 11:20 AM
