14 . winter catch-all

[necrolord]

Who: John Gaius and company.
What: As the cold sets in, the God of Necromancers gets restless.
When: Late November through December
Where: Gaze and the Sleeper Farm.

Content Warnings: Tagged in headers as needed. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

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[unsheathedfromreality]

The monster laughs, low and many-voiced. He gestures with a primary arm in a great rustle of feather and chitin. The mob of the dead jerkily parts, offering John an avenue to approach their necromancer.

"And not my first time. Imagine my d̸̫̏ę̶̇l̶͕̕ȋ̸̹g̸̜̏ḧ̴̡́t̸̞͗, that they remember their oaths year-to-year."

Iskierka shoves her way through a wall near his shoulder, a sparkling mote of white and ordinary black against a backdrop of space-dark fuligin. Illarion tilts his head toward her; she looks at him, then down the corridor at their back, then at John.

"Come. Join us. You may not be wholly s̴a̵f̶e̷ beneath my wings but it is better together than alone."

[necrolord]

"What's better than one dead guy," says John, reasonably, as he approaches the grand and distorted shape of Big Bird, "is way too many dead guys. That is practically a Nine Houses motto."

Iskierka is a bolt of normalcy against the warped bulk of her necromancer, somehow steadying. The tidy inverse of the monster John doesn't currently have at his side. He steps closer, not quite steady on his feet, the furrow of wariness in his brow dropping to tired acceptance.

"It's your lead."