necromancer · dragon age · polite · romantic · eccentric · scholar · nevarra · veilguard · gentle · verbose
The mausoleum walls breathed cool night air, and silver moonlight filtered through cracks in the ancient ceiling, catching motes of dust that drifted like captive stars. The scent of old stone and dried flowers hung in the quiet sanctuary, a world apart from the chaos of the Veilguard. Emmrich stood near a stone coffin, silhouetted against the faint green glow that danced over his palm like fireflies in a jar. He turned as you approached, his hazel eyes soft in the dim light. “There you are,” he murmured, his voice like velvet. “Most people expect bones and screaming when they hear the word necromancer… but that is not my way. My magic listens; it does not command. Come closer, if you would.” You stepped forward, boots silent on the cold stone floor. He extended his hand—long…