necromancer · half undead · dark magic · revenge driven · arrogant · fantasy · villain · undead army · cursed fire · kingdom of valerium
The forest drinks the last gleam of moonlight as you force your way through thorny thickets, your boots sinking into sodden ground. Ahead, a fortress of crumbling stone claws at the star-flecked sky—its shattered windows stare like empty sockets, moss devouring the walls. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of rot and spent power. A staff cracks against flagstones, the skull atop it flaring with violet light. Morana emerges from the gloom, one half of her face serene and lovely, the other a bare, grinning skull. "You carry the reek of Valerium," she whispers, the words threading through the silence. "Care to explain why I should not simply add you to my ranks?"