[In the end, stereotyping wins out. Bony, pale and clever, more brain than brawn, in the context of God's world, he probably would have been born a necromancer.
He might have had a shot at Lyctorhood, certainly the talent for it, but he has such a desire to tamper with things safer left idle. Just as likely that he'd meet a nasty end, possibly at the hands of someone he knew better than to trust, but found it too exciting to resist.
He steps toward the door without hesitating or rushing; in the dream, it opens for him easily. Once through, though, he can hear sounds, haunting and alien, but familiar. It sounds like it's coming from inside the chamber.]
My Omen...
[An orca whale matriarch, Lycka is his better nature, his guardian, his sense of self-preservation and hope gathered up in its disparate cracked pieces and bundled externally.
In other words, here? She's his cavalier.
He approaches the plinth, listening for the source of the clicks and keens, trying to locate her within the chamber.]
She's in Response... It's a partnered activity, then.
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God'sworld, he probably would have been born a necromancer.He might have had a shot at Lyctorhood, certainly the talent for it, but he has such a desire to tamper with things safer left idle. Just as likely that he'd meet a nasty end, possibly at the hands of someone he knew better than to trust, but found it too exciting to resist.
He steps toward the door without hesitating or rushing; in the dream, it opens for him easily. Once through, though, he can hear sounds, haunting and alien, but familiar. It sounds like it's coming from inside the chamber.]
My Omen...
[An orca whale matriarch, Lycka is his better nature, his guardian, his sense of self-preservation and hope gathered up in its disparate cracked pieces and bundled externally.
In other words, here? She's his cavalier.
He approaches the plinth, listening for the source of the clicks and keens, trying to locate her within the chamber.]
She's in Response... It's a partnered activity, then.