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The Last Alliance- Supernatural Defense Force

Alright, let's see if we get a few more warm bodies.

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Rebecca watched as an elf made his way over to the bar and started healing the half-elven warrior. So, he's another mage. Interesting. She then sat bolt upright as the half-elf began to give off a strange energy. A Pulsing! That was a trick of many holy warriors and monster slayers to find various forms of undead and other often unsavory beings. She wouldn't be able to avoid discovery, and with her magic blocked by the inn's enchantments, she'd be at his mercy. There was nothing else for it but to try and disarm him with talking.

She sauntered up to the bar casually, blithely disregarding the obvious danger she was in. "Good afternoon, sir. I hope we can complete our stay here without any undue violence."

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Name: Rebecca Vazant.
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Sexuality: Asexual
Species: Undead human
Class: Necromancer

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Her flesh is in the earliest stages of decay, but nothing extreme. A massive scar covers the center of her chest, right over her heart.

Weapons and Armor: None

Personal Items: A short wand made of hazelwood.

Short History: Rebecca is from the small desert town of Kalas. She lived there as an apprentice witch, gaining her full title at the age of eighteen. Rebecca was gifted in many aspects of the magical arts, but her true talent was in raising zombies and specters of the dead. She made her living as a sort of medium, letting the dead deliver messages to their loved ones still alive. Then, the Black Fever struck Kalas.

Several weeks into the outbreak, Rebecca developed black blisters on her skin, and she knew what it meant. She also knew that she was unlikely to survive the dreaded disease without drastic measures. She delved into her spellbooks, finally finding an ancient ritual that would allow her to become a lich. Late one night, magical sigils to keep her life force intact decorating her walls, she sliced out her own heart and replaced it with an enchanted stone.

Yet the people of Kalas didn't see her actions as those of someone trying to save her own life. All they saw was a witch diving headfirst into black magic. Rebecca managed to keep herself just ahead of the mob with torches and pitchforks, but she knew she could never go back. Now, she finds herself at the Hallows Inn, hoping to find someplace to stay.


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The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Rebecca had made her way to this strange building in the middle of nowhere. A quick check of the inn's wards showed that there was a very strong anti-magical field, but it wouldn't disrupt the enchantments keeping her undead. Somebody here obviously had a soft spot for liches.

Intrigued, Rebecca entered, feeling a strange tingling sensation as virtually all of her magic was stripped away. She stopped at a table, looking around at her fellow patrons. For now, though, she was silent, waiting to see if someone would join her.

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

Name: Rebecca Vazant.
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Sexuality: Asexual
Species: Undead human
Class: Necromancer

tse1.mm.bing.net/th?&id=OIP.M001e8f8d7..

Her flesh is in the earliest stages of decay, but nothing extreme. A massive scar covers the center of her chest, right over her heart.

Weapons and Armor: None

Personal Items: A short wand made of hazelwood.

Short History: Rebecca is from the small desert town of Kalas. She lived there as an apprentice witch, gaining her full title at the age of eighteen. Rebecca was gifted in many aspects of the magical arts, but her true talent was in raising zombies and specters of the dead. She made her living as a sort of medium, letting the dead deliver messages to their loved ones still alive. Then, the Black Fever struck Kalas.

Several weeks into the outbreak, Rebecca developed black blisters on her skin, and she knew what it meant. She also knew that she was unlikely to survive the dreaded disease without drastic measures. She delved into her spellbooks, finally finding an ancient ritual that would allow her to become a lich. Late one night, magical sigils to keep her life force intact decorating her walls, she sliced out her own heart and replaced it with an enchanted stone.

Yet the people of Kalas didn't see her actions as those of someone trying to save her own life. All they saw was a witch diving headfirst into black magic. Rebecca managed to keep herself just ahead of the mob with torches and pitchforks, but she knew she could never go back. Now, she finds herself at the Hallows Inn, hoping to find someplace to stay.

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

Hiya @Ellion. Still waiting on our favorite seacow, but if you wanna join the collab above, that would be great.

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@Celaira I see you there. Come on and make a CS, we could use witches and hunters alike!

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@agentmanatee Sure, let's go. Any other witches on the Ruvina trip are free to come along.

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Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@agentmanatee Sorry I just missed you. You gonna be on again later tonight?

Spells in the Dark (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

There was a knock at the great gate to Castle Bloodrose's keep. Rebecca had been lounging at the entrance, so she had the task of answering it.

A man opened the door, holding a woman by the wrist. She was shackled in iron chains and poorly dressed, with dark skin, dark eyes, and dark hair. "I assume by your looks that you are Rebecca. Then this would be your property."

Rebecca took the girl with a mildly upturned nose. She had a dislike of slavers, but it would have too risky to try to kidnap someone from the town. She paid the slaver with several gold coins, then he departed.

"I am Rebecca. Your new mistress. Tell me, what is your name?"

The slave recoiled in horror at Rebecca's dreadful visage. "B-Botaira. I was trained as a bed slave, but I don't think you want that. In fact, I shudder to think what you need me for."

"Botaira?? Such a mouthful. We'll need to shorten it. I think Bo will do quite nicely. As for what we need you for, well... There's a spell a colleague of mine and I want to cast, but we need a sacrifice to do it. I'm sure your mind can fill in the blanks for you."

Bo let out a pitiful moan, and Rebecca stopped in her tracks. What was she doing? Killing this woman so Angharad could bring her closer to life? She was better than this! "No. No. I can't do this. Not in good conscience. Yet I paid too much for you already." She thought for a second, then an idea came to her. "I'll do something for you, if you do something for me. How would you like to be my familiar?"

Bo was unfamiliar with the term, pardon the pun. "Familiar? I do not know what that is."

"A servant, bound by a magical contract. At least that is the commonly accepted definition. Yet to many witches, a familiar is something more. A trusted friend, a compatriot. An equal."

This got Bo's attention. When she was born, she was property. The same as a pair of shoes, or a farmer's scythe. To say that someone would treat her as an equal was beyond her wildest dream. "And what do I get out of it?"

Rebecca gave a one-word answer. "Immortality."

Several hours later, the two were alone in Rebecca's room. "Now, the ritual of binding has two parts. First, I need you to give me a drop of blood, and swear your loyalty to me."

Bo did as she was bid. Obedience was one thing she was taught early on. "And in return, I swear to protect you, provide you with all your needs and wants to the best of my ability, and to treat you with respect and kindness." Rebecca made her own offering, then placed her fresh wound over Bo's, sealing the contract. "I don't feel any different," said Bo.

"That's because there's a separate ritual for the immortality part. Now, the lichdom ritual I used won't work on you. Not enough magic in your blood. But there's another way to do it. Just close your eyes, and I'll take care of the rest. You might feel a sharp pain, but it won't last long."

Bo closed her eyes, wondering how the ritual worked. As it turned out, there was a certain irony to it. Rebecca whipped out her knife, and with a smooth, practiced motion, slit Bo's throat from ear to ear. She might not have been able to cause a human agony, but a quick, clean death... she could do that.

Now, the sigils and symbols Rebecca had drawn on the floor did their work, causing Bo's soul to manifest as a sphere of violet light. Rebecca grabbed a skull that had been engraved with more runes from a table and held it up as Bo's soul flowed into it. The eye sockets of skull lit up with violet flames as it started speaking in Bo's voice. "You know, you might have warned me that you'd have to kill my body for this."

"And spoil the surprise?" Rebecca said with a wink.

"I think I'm going to like you."