A Necromancer's Plight

"I'm tellin' ya, there's walking skeletons!"  The sound of a beer-stein slamming against the table quiets one man's laughter.  Two men draw the attention of everyone in the tavern.  One blends in well with the people of Lavalles, his hair a luminous shade of blonde while the other is darker in both hair and complexion.  His face is caked with dust and grime - the visage of a man who works hard for his keep.  "I'm not crazy!  I know what I saw!"  His wouldn't be the only story telling us of skeletons roaming in the night.  Such stories claim that they awaken from their graves and dig in the graveyard until sunrise.  It's as if they're searching for something.  Many that bear witness to these skeletal abominations are too afraid to find out what they are looking for.  They're even more afraid to find out who is behind their resurrection and - I assume - this is where you've come in.  The news of this event hasn't quite grabbed everyone's attention but we know how whispers spread.  That's how you found out about it too, huh?  You've come to either put the dead to rest or dig until you find the root of the problem.  Or maybe you fancy some fame or some fortune.  Whatever your reason... wait by the graveyard on the outskirts at dusk and we'll see how you're rewarded.

Rules of the Event

- No posting order. - If there's a fight, update your posts with your attack summary and the monster's HP. - This could be a very dangerous event.  By joining the event, you accept the fact that your character may be mauled, mutilated or even die.

Rewards

- Choosing to fight the necromancer rewards the person who lands the final blow the journal of taunting. - Choosing to help the necromancer rewards a random member of the party with corruption. - Choosing to turn a blind eye rewards the party with dust of disappearing. - Participants will each earn 200 crescents for every three posts they make. - Participants will receive the necromancer trinket and an additional 1,000 crescents once the event is completed.  Skele Slayer:  +2 damage to undead type enemies.

Rumors spread quickly here. Anything that intrigued the envenomed tongues of gossips always did, those eager to spill secrets, to talk over whispered affairs of the courts, the little games nobility played and how one was bested at it, even down to the ravings of the mad. Nothing held sanctity here… though the boy could hardly complain especially when it came to the trio who saw fit to flit by the shop now and again. Corsets bound tightly to accentuate barely hidden curves, the dips in their attire eye catching to say the least. The delicate flutter of fans concealing little for hardly did they speak in hushed tones. Normally whatever could be gleaned from their conversations seemed of little importance, nothing truly exciting to behold as they seemed more enraptured over who was bedding who in these lands - if their shared fascination had sunk their fangs into yet another as they so oft proclaimed. However, today was something different as they chortled behind those decorative fans. Laughing over stories of the walking dead. Skeletal fiends rooting through the graveyard. While not completely out of place considering just what dwelt within this realm… neither was it something he saw as an every day occurrence. Morbid curiosity what spurred him to slip from the house that night long after his mother had found distraction in another order. Hopefully she wouldn’t attempt to call for him or witness the slow rattle of weaponry as he swiftly fastened it to its place before scurrying into the darkness. Paces carrying him toward the apparent necropolis spoken of. With an eye patch discarded, the mismatched hues of his gaze roamed freely over the burial grounds hoping to catch a glimpse of just what was going on here.

Jahi

The city of the dead was rarely something that slept, during the day, the sheep corralled. They shopped and they conducted business, then as the sun died and wept its last rays of light across the horizon, the other denizens would awaken and function most the same. Then, there were those who didn't sleep, and Theodred would find himself as the later. His goods had since been packed, allowed to linger over the curve of his shoulder. The over sized hood and cloak suffocated his visage while the glyph carved mask awaited upon his hip in the interior.  However, something else had since drawn his attention while in the bustling streets of the market. Whispers and rumors were often abundant there, but one in particular had snared his intention. Someone was raising the dead, and to add insult to injury, having the remnants dig through the crypts. It was hinted that whoever it was searched for something, though none even seemed to have an inkling of idea as to what it could be. That had been the root of his intentions when he had set out towards the cemetary. It was nearing the hour of twilight, the very same that was rumored to be the beginning of the inncessant excavation. Thus far, his preliminary glimpse only revealed the presence of one other, though upon closer attention paid, he discovered it to be none other than the brat he'd aided in Dunmeath. A perfect chance to test his disguise, one he had invested in for such an event as traditional glamors could be detected, let alone be seen through. While had held doubts that the youth would be able to tell exactly what he was, he hoped that the mask and its enchantment would hide - faithfully - who he was.  Placing the covering over his countenance, he would approach, his gait a comfortable, leisurely pace. "Evening." He greeted, the sound of his voice even morphed as it filtered through the hum of the red carving.

Jahi