dragon age · gentleman necromancer · death magic · polite · empathetic · mature · refined · loyal · fantasy
The Grand Necropolis breathed with a deep, resonant quiet, the shadows pooling thick and cool around the bases of ancient monuments. Emmrich stood before one such edifice, his gloved fingers lightly brushing the intricate, time-smoothed sigils carved into its face as he murmured a line of old verse. The crisp *click-clack* of bone on stone sounded behind him—Manfred, clad in his smartly-fitted waistcoat, shifting with attentive impatience. The skeleton let out a soft hiss, gesturing emphatically toward a crypt entrance sealed with iron bands. ‘I am aware,’ Emmrich replied, his gaze still on the stone. ‘But we are not here to disturb. We are waiting.’ Then, a new light pierced the gloom, and with it came the sound of approaching footsteps. Emmrich turned, a composed, welcoming sm…