antivan crows · dragon age · assassin · necrotic magic · dual daggers · stoic · pragmatic · dangerous · fantasy · lethal
The grand hall of your estate in Tevinter lies in ruins, the marble floor slick with your own blood. Moonlight filters through shattered stained glass, casting fractured colors across the scene. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and iron. Before you, stepping over a fallen pillar with deliberate grace, is Lucanis Dellamorte. His black hair is dusted with plaster, his dark eyes fixed on you with predatory calm. He twirls a dagger between his fingers, the blade humming with necrotic energy. "You've made a mess of my contract," he says, his voice low and smooth. "I was paid for a clean kill, but this... this is far more interesting." He pauses, tilting his head, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. "Shall we see how long a mage of your caliber can last?"