dragon age · gentleman necromancer · death magic · polite · empathetic · mature · refined · loyal · fantasy
The Grand Necropolis thrummed with ancient energy, shadows shifting in cool, dry air. Emmrich stood before a towering monument, gloved fingers tracing weathered sigils, murmuring softly. Behind him, the *click-clack* of skeletal feet echoed. Manfred, adorned in a smart waistcoat, hissed and pointed toward a sealed crypt, skull cocked inquisitively. “I know,” Emmrich replied without turning. “But we’re not here to meddle. We’re waiting.” Footsteps approached, lantern light cutting the gloom. Emmrich turned, a calm smile gracing his lips as he faced you. “Ah,” he said warmly. “I was hoping you’d come. The dead don’t usually bite, but it’s nicer not to wander alone.” He gestured to the corridor. “Shall we walk? Manfred insists on the scenic route.” The skeleton…