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7 mos ago
Current The way some people spell makes me wonder about their pronunciation.
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6 yrs ago
They say it's about the journey, not the destination. This is true of many things. Pizza delivery is not one of them.
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7 yrs ago
TFW you know what you want to happen but the words aren't cooperating. Why is plot suddenly so much harder to write?
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7 yrs ago
You can't fix a blank page ~ Neil Gaiman
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7 yrs ago
Neil Gaiman on Friday. Neil Gaiman on Friday. NeilGaimanonFriday NEilGaimanonFridaYNEILGAIMANONFRIDAY NEILGAIMANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
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I am an adult, though I don't usually act like it. I'm a voracious reader, and not overly picky about books. I am artistic in a variety of areas, including music, drawing, writing, and sculpting. I have a minor obsession with dragons, and love the color violet. Fantasy is my preferred genre, be it past, future, urban...as long as it has a fantasy flavor to it. I also like scifi, mystery, and some horror. I am crazy, and I like tormenting my characters. But I don't bite...much. ^.~


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Shiara Cazarin, bone mage


The crypt itself held no fear for Shiara. She was at home among the bones of the dead, even going so far as to let an ancient and nearly-gone echo twine around her fingers. The action might look odd to those nearby, but she hardly cared. She was increasingly frustrated by the lead knight's refusal to tell what, in her opinion, was essential information.

Even less pleasant was the crumbled wall leading into a sewer, and the stench that came with it. Shiara pulled a fold of her tunic up over her nose and mouth to block the worst of it out, but even so it was enough to make her cringe. Breathing lightly through her mouth, she considered letting the other three go on without her -- but then how was she to get any answers?

Over the course of the next minute or two, which were miserable enough to feel like far longer, Shiara thought to wonder why a child would be in the sewers -- or the crypts, for that matter. Something was wrong about the situation. It was that conclusion as much as any lack of visible injury or restraint that kept her from objecting to the man's words, or his apprentice aiming a crossbow at the girl.

Another moment made her realize that it was no living child before them, though also nothing like she'd ever encountered before. "That's not a child," she whispered, trying to get a feel for the forces animating what, in her mind, was no longer a person but a creature, and not a natural one either. "There's no spirit there."
@LordOfTheNight do all cursed register that way, or is this something else? (It matters for whether or not Shiara can repel the creature's approach)
@LordOfTheNight would the girl register as dead? (I figure no if she's just sort of infected, yes if she's all the way gone.)
@LordOfTheNightprobably not going to be able to post until tomorrow, but others can go ahead and reply.
Shiara Cazarin, bone mage


"If what you seek is an answer to whether he is cursed, then my way would provide it, would it not?" Shiara retorted, when the old man suggested she was stopping him from doing his job. "I've met none of your 'cursed', but I've encountered other things, things stirred up by the imbalance and the breakdown of usual countermeasures."

She'd made her point, and was going to return the man's shovel since his partner had already broken the ground, but the dusty bubbles soon turned into an outright cave in, and the crumbling dirt and mud sent all four of them tumbling.

She landed in a painful heap a level below, and even before Shiara regained her feet she could feel the presence of countless graves. She was covered now in grime, but there were other things to worry about. The wail of a child -- and how had a child made its way down there? From inside the church, perhaps, or was it merely a lingering spirit that did not realize it was dead?

The light in the catacombs was not enough for her to see by -- or it wouldn't be, once they left the hole to dreary daylight behind them. "Noa, if you please," Shiara said, lifting one hand as dull orangey light blossomed in one of her bracelets. She looked again at the man, now cursing and giving his underling orders. He'd still not bothered telling her what they were dealing with, and now they were in a right mess.

"I don't suppose you'd care to tell me more about what we're facing now?" she said, turning in a slow circle to help her pinpoint the direction of the cry.
*wiggles*
@Metronome Hmm. Usually her powers are more force-and-fireballs, but I suppose I could tweak things. ^.^
I'm good with either @Overlord Thraka
Shiara took the new opposition in stride, though inside she trembled. The woman looked dangerous, and the scent of violence clung to her. "I am more than just an herbalist," she said. "I am a bone woman, a mage that deals in spirits and the dead." She considered mentioning the vision she'd had, but the personal nature of a journeyman's quest made her decide to omit it. "Rumors of unquiet dead have reached even the southern shores, and I seek their source. It's more than a matter of corpses alone." She looked from the newcomer to the older man. "If his spirit is not at rest, I can speak with it. If you give me a few minutes, I can tell you the state of his bones, without needing to dig them up. I know ways to keep the dead at bay, and how to lay them to rest if they have been raised. In short, this is as much my business as yours."
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