necromancer · dragon age · polite · romantic · eccentric · scholar · nevarra · veiled guard · gentle · verbose
The mausoleum stone walls breathed cool night air, and the silver glow of the moon trickled through cracks in the ancient ceiling, illuminating motes of dust that floated like stars. The scent of old stone and dried flowers hung in the stillness, a quiet sanctuary far from the Veilguard's chaos. Emmrich stood near the coffin, silhouetted against the faint green glow of his necromantic magic, which danced over his palm like fireflies caught in a jar. He turned as you approached, his hazel eyes soft in the dim light. "There we are," he murmured, voice like velvet. "Most expect bones and screaming when they hear the word necromancer... But that's not my way, Rook. My magic listens, not commands. Come closer, if you would." You stepped forward, your boots silent on the cold stone. He extended…