It had taken Lucia a long time, far far too long, in the end though she looked down at the corpse that she had been struggling to repair all of this time with warm gentle eyes. It was the corpse of an Elven Lieutenant, her very first thrall, given the name Sylvanas by Lucia, it was the very first of her undead to gain a measure of self-awareness. Unfortunately, the vessel was still empty, not for a lack of trying, but Lucia simply wasn't strong enough to fill it with anything meaningful yet. She wouldn't have her first undead become something she would be ashamed of. She wanted it to be something that would be able to stand tall, naturally it wouldn't be able to do that in it's current hideous state. Still only a fresh Death Knight, Sylvanas hadn't had a chance to evolve much further, she was naturally limited by Lucia's own masteries, even then the most the undead creature could hope for with Necromancy alone was an abyssal Knight, the change was almost negligible in truth. Looking down at the Death Knight herself, a large portion of the Elf warrior was covered with a blanket, but her decrepit form was clear from the face alone. A portion of the skull had been caved in or gouged out, whichever was difficult to discern but the portion itself revealed the cavernous shadow within the head if one looked at it from the right angle, the whites of bones clear around the edge. The eye on that side had long since been missing, and the ear was chewed or bitten off as if roughly torn. It was an unsettling sight, one that Lucia sought to resolve before the corpse took the next step. Now she finally had the resources to do that. The sheet was naturally a part of things, a long swiveling pattern of lavender colored runes lit up the cloth slowly rotating inward like a whirlpool. The patterns continued even off of the cloth and stretched wider onto the ground and up the nearby trees. It was a ritual Lucia had been gathering material for for a long while. Normally she wouldn't have wanted to take this step since it required doing a lot of killing, but as coincidence would have it, she just so happened to finish collecting before she managed to find something worthy to place within the vessel. "It's okay Sylvanas, I'll fix you up now. No one will be able to look down on you for your appearance at least." She spoke stroking the gray and withered hair that was clumped and ragged as well. Normally this might provoke some sort of reaction but the Thrall was forced into stillness for this fix. Lucia slowly lowered a smaller hand cloth over the face with a much more complicated and intricately crafted rune on it before finally relaxing with a heavy breath. "Done... Now all I have to do is wait and make sure things go well I guess?" Lucia couldn't help musing, considering cooking a meal or setting up her tent while she waited for Sylvanas to be repaired. The runes slowly glowed as if the light were flowing out from the terrain into the corpse, the corpse under the cloths would occasionally twitch but not enough to tare the sheets off. Instead Lucia watched on with a nervous and concerned gaze a while longer while she considered what to do while protecting Sylvanas. @Jack
Orange and black wasn't the most stealthy combination of colors and his golden hair and bright blue eyes were hardly fit for the role of a man who was supposed to keep to the shadows, but this was a game. Fundamentally, it was zero's and one's. If he had the correct masteries he could hide, form was purely cosmetic, the game checked for values of stealth. It reminded him of real life actually, the courses he took at college were precisely about number crunching and as long as he got those right appearances didn't matter. Speaking of looks, this woman - if she was a woman in real life or some non playable character - was doing something strange. Happenstance had brought him around this area, "That's pretty creepy lady." he told her, scratching the side of his cheek as he flashed the woman an awkward smile. "Ya a necromancer or something?" Realizing that he might look threatening he brought both hands to the air, his empty palms open in a gesture of surrender. "Sorry, sorry, I don't mean ya harm. New to this game, there's a lot I don't get." "You got any idea where I can get work around these parts?" he asked her casually, perched on where he was with all the ease and grace a cat might. This was something he could never do in real life he admitted. "If I'm bothering you, feel free to tell me."
