My name is Seishak, and I am a necromancer from the Rydal order of monks. I am not a social person, however I have found a strange book that allows me to communicate with other people via magical means.(( Original character RP blog ))
Oh thank the gods. The Sakamiyo ships finally paid their tariffs and we have a fresh supply of heqa. The high priestess knows how much I like it and ordered enough to last the entire temple for a month.
I need to go to the kitchens some time today and get a cup.
Int͝e͠re̢s͜ting̸. ͝T̸h͢i͝s śh͞àdow̸ ͘magi͘c͞,̕ co̸ul͏ḑ ͏it ̸help you̴?̀ ͝If ͡h̴yp̛ot̡h̵étic̷a̵ll͢y͟ ͜you̶ ̀w͞er҉e̵ a͝ble ͘ţo le͜arn͜ ̛i̸t.
I cannot imagine why shadow magic would be helpful to me. Its primary usage is to manipulate and control others. In addition, it is just unbalanced. That it is destructive is nothing new; necromancy and pyromancy are both highly destructive forms of magic, but they are able to be controlled. Shadow magic cannot be controlled - it takes over the user and corrupts them.
Gosh, you sound like the booooring me~
No tricks from me, though~ Only treats~
No tricks? That is a load of shit. You’re no different from Kashida, and gods know how twisted in the head he is.
Kashida came into the temple this morning to mock me. He had that depraved look on his face, and he was just flaunting the way that he was getting away with what he’s done, and still doing it, right under the noses of some of the most powerful mages left in Direnla.
I wish I knew the magic that would let me stop his shadow’s smug grinning at me.
Regardless, one day I will have the pleasure of watching Kashida burn.
It is nearly time for someone to make the midnight rounds. This is the time when I will be forcibly dragged out of my study and made to sleep whether I am tired or not.
So, good night to everyone I happen to be on decent terms with so far.
What might I do to get you more tempted~?
Such a blazing heart shouldn’t be all cooped up~
I am not falling for your tricks. I do not like people, least of all annoying ones who’s writing appears in obnoxious, eye-searing pink.
How tempting is the information, hmm~?
Not nearly tempting enough.
Now go away.
Who I like and why I like them:
Sexual orientation:
What I want to be when I get older:
Age I get mistaken for:
I wouldn’t say cannot~ You’re awful pessimistic, fireball~
I am not going to frustrate myself trying to get answers out of you, no matter how tempting the information is. Now go away.
One of my insecurities:
Virgin or not:
A random fact about myself:
What I would do if I cut my hair:
That’s a difference between not telling, and unable to tell~
You’re sounding more fun by the minute~ I’d like to do a private dance lesson with you~
There’s no difference to me. Either way, I cannot get the information, so either way you are equally useless.
I have no interest in being even in the same room as you.
Go away.
S͟o yo҉u h̡a̷v͜e ̵spe̶n͜t y҉our l͠i̧fe͟ ̶p̵r͝ępa͢r̕i͞ng ͘ţo ca͜st ̴t͡h̢e҉ śp̨e͜ll̵ ̡tha͠t wou͞l͜d҉ end̴ ҉it̸. W͟h͟at wo̸uld ͠hap̶pen̢ i̢f̡ i͝t͡ ̕weŗe͡ ̛damaged?͢ ̀
Th͢i͢s ҉nec̶ro̡mancy is ̡q͠u͝it̸e ̷t̨h҉e dan͏g̸ęr̸o͠u̷s ̨th͝i̴ng̨,͟ i͞t se̶e̕ms.̶ W͡h̷y̢ did ͜you b̀e̸c҉om̀e̛ iǹv̢olved͝ w̶it̴h͜ i͝t̸ ͟in ҉t͟he f̢i͞rs͟t p͡l̨a̷ce̢? We̷r̷ę you aware th͢is coul͜d ͠h́appéǹ?
If it were not for my father forcing me to sell my services to the highest bidder, casting the spell would only reduce my lifespan, not end it entirely. But because my life has slowly been whittled down over the years, I do not have much choice left in the matter.
I became involved because my family has always been full of necromancers. However, I cannot rightfully say they are my family anymore as I’ve been disowned. But I was raised learning it, and it is the only kind of magic I know how to control.
It is still better than shadow magic. Not that I would ever be allowed to learn that. It’s heresy to even try.
