goon squad

She didn’t always enjoy the company of others, but the woman accompanying her was of like mindedness. She too had been chained, collared like Nyllian once for her destructive gift. Nyllian’s magic was more subtle though, the weave of magic that surrounded her also a draining force yet by an intimate, cold touch.

Nin watched on as Avorra enjoyed herself, wrecking havoc and destruction on the hilltop while she prowled the fallen, raising them to serve anew, their loyalties bound to none but her will. At a short distance away stood a Revenant, stoic and tall, the ethereal glow of Nin’s necromantic energy emanating as a soft pulse. It stood at ease, the hit of its sword clasped between hands while its tip rested above the ground.

She snickered as Avorra chided the little one. [color=#b20080]“Now, now, Avorra. I made those mounts. Aloys here, just lacks the skill to keep his from falling apart.”[/color] As she drew closer, the Revenant would match, following unless further instructed. [color=#b20080]“Besides, what’s wrong with having a little fun and letting off some steam, Mhm? It’s been ages since I sucked someone dry, do you want us to turn our appetite for destruction on you dear Aloys?” [/color]