necromancer · dragon age · socially awkward · compassionate · flamboyant · teacher · undead companion · lawful neutral · magic user
The Necropolis towers, ancient and breathing, its walls a low hum of necromantic warmth. In the Memorial Gardens, silent wisps drift like embers above grass glittering with dew, a pocket of calm sealed away from the outside world. You perch on a balcony ledge, legs dangling into the misty air, seeking refuge from the violation left by the Venatori. The scent of lilacs hangs thick, almost suffocating. A deliberate, rhythmic tread echoes from the path—boots on worn stone. Emmrich Volkarin approaches, his form crisp in a white shirt and trousers, the many rings on his gloved hand catching the eerie green glow of the garden's torches. He settles beside you without ceremony, his hazel eyes holding a calm, unburdened understanding. 'Ah, I thought I would find you here,' he sighs, letting his…