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Broken Clocks

 

Within the deep south in territory most chose never to explore for fear of the Veil, a witch rested within a small log cabin. A few floors beneath the world's’ crust was a poorly lit room full of tables, each one held a nude body each pale and lifeless, and all in different phases of decomposition. One was of a young appearing witch girl, her skin still grey and her right hand trapped before her heart from rigor mortis. An arrow wound marked her forehead and the once slushy blood now dried to her skin, but upon contact Eileen found that the skin never got colder. Sighing, she’d speak; “Poor thing”.

 

She’d move forward to another table where a nearly fully decomposed corpse laid on its back. The glacial glow from her eyes lit up his form as she’d rest a hand upon his rotten torso, above what was left of his heart. Closing her eyes a dark smog would erupt from her spectral sleeve and begin to consume the corpse within the tether, a pulsing flow into the body. The corpse began to twitch what was left of its form before its eyes shot open - Eileen, however, seemed unphased by this. Withdrawing her hand she’d reach for a dagger at her hip and lurch the blade into the left eye socket of the ghoul, reversing what she had done. “Five months after death -“ she’d speak aloud as if someone else was listening. “And he can still rise”.

 

Moving upstairs into a corridor where a large red crystal floated in the middle of the room surrounded by glowing red runes on the floor in circular patterns around it. Her gaze locked upon the gem with a soft smirk. Her spectral hand ran across the surface of the magnificent artifact as the memory of its’ introduction into her life played through her mind. She’d move away from it and back into the main room of her cabin where a flock of ghostly crows flew about the room with no particular destination; almost as if they were trapped in that space. She’d reach for the snowflake necklace around her neck with a sigh.

 

“I’ve got all the time in the world. Now just to figure out what to do with it”.

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taking a break from lotc to seek medical treatment! also i have blacklist so this explains where my character Eileen is and what she’s doing and where her blood shard is so it’s not taken from me. be back soon hopefully and hope y’all enjoy this read! it’s primarily about her seeing the extent of her necromancy’s ability when it comes to raising corpses if it’s hard for anyone to interpret. see y’all soon!

 

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((Black text is annoyingly hard to read on the forums, might want to change that))

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19 minutes ago, ChaseusBelli said:

((Black text is annoyingly hard to read on the forums, might want to change that))

i wish i could ? unfortunately i’m on my phone and it doesn’t let me... if an fm is willing to do it for me and change it to a readable color by all means!

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Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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