A dark figure in Orlbar

[DM Arsescratcher]

Posted by player request. edited by me


A well known, perhaps notorious, woman is seen walking the streets of Orlbar. Often she wears the black robes favoured by necromancers over her heavy armor.

Observers may notice that her left arm seems to hang dead at her side. Those who dare to look closer see that her ungloved hand appears to have been stripped of skin and muscle, leaving only withered bone remaining.

Onlookers speculate if an accident has befallen the woman in black, but few gather the courage to ask. The arm would seem completely dead if not for sudden spasmodic twitches. The fingers moving as if on their own accord.

Anyone having the misfortune to look her full in the face sees cold dead eyes, long faded from the brilliant green they once shone, now black and bloodshot, missing all emotion.

Shunning the sunlight she sticks to the shadows, hood often covering her waxen visage. Late at night she tends to the rock with two names engraved in it at night. Caring for the unfeeling stone as if she clings to the last shreads of humanity that yet linger.

[darkendnight]

*heard spoken hauntingly in the dead of night, echoing between the shadows of Orlbar and then again around Lorkh*

Alone, I walk the roads of death
In the silence of the three
Piercing shrouds of life, of breath
And soon I come for thee

Beyond the roil of worldly strife
It is my fate to tread
Walking through the shadow lands
Communing with the dead

You know me not, Oh! mortal man
So blinded by life’s glimmer
But the shadows of my shroud you’ll touch
As life’s flame flickers dimmer

Of gossamer, of shadow thread
I weave a spell for thee
All bound with wails of ruined souls
Death’s monstrous filigree

Chill and deadly, Ruin’s hands
E'er spin the threads of death
I yearn for the, I wait for thee
I hasten thy last breath

I am the power behind the dark
The conjurer of fear
I am the icy kiss of death
Behind the wall of fear

The river of your life flows fast
Between the shores of years
It bears thee ever on to me
Behind the veil of tears

Listen! Listen, ‘mid the dark
‘Mid the silence of the night
I seek for thee, I yearn for thee
Thy soul to scorn and blight

Closer, closer, art thou born
By light of Moon and Sun
I see thy face so clearly now
Thy life is all undone

To me! To me, Oh mortal soul
To me thy life steers straight
No god awaits on brilliant throne
Thy soul is mine by right.


Credits: "The Necromancer", by Keith Rowley @ www.magickmirrors.com

[darkendnight]

Once more the dark figure is seen walking off a boat at night entering the town. A bone hand on her skull topped staff, flowing long black coat wrapping around the wind behind her, her white hair and colorless eyes gazing around nodding to any that see her return.

[darkendnight]

Mina is seen at least once a day if not more often using arcane to cleanse the rock of all grafitti or piss etc.

[darkendnight]

She is seen recarving the initials and name as it was. (since she still always is around caring for the rock) as she always keeps it tended to, and wondering who scraped the stone clean in Orlbar.

[keithrowley666]

I am glad you like my poem "The Necromancer", and hope for further readers. Would you please acknowledge me as the author and point to my work at www.magickmirrors.com or at least just identify me as the author? Thanks a lot. much appreciated. Keith Rowley

Aug 13, 2010 7:04:21 GMT -5 darkendnight said:

*heard spoken hauntingly in the dead of night, echoing between the shadows of Orlbar and then again around Lorkh*

Alone, I walk the roads of death
In the silence of the three
Piercing shrouds of life, of breath
And soon I come for thee

Beyond the roil of worldly strife
It is my fate to tread
Walking through the shadow lands
Communing with the dead

You know me not, Oh! mortal man
So blinded by life’s glimmer
But the shadows of my shroud you’ll touch
As life’s flame flickers dimmer

Of gossamer, of shadow thread
I weave a spell for thee
All bound with wails of ruined souls
Death’s monstrous filigree

Chill and deadly, Ruin’s hands
E'er spin the threads of death
I yearn for the, I wait for thee
I hasten thy last breath

I am the power behind the dark
The conjurer of fear
I am the icy kiss of death
Behind the wall of fear

The river of your life flows fast
Between the shores of years
It bears thee ever on to me
Behind the veil of tears

Listen! Listen, ‘mid the dark
‘Mid the silence of the night
I seek for thee, I yearn for thee
Thy soul to scorn and blight

Closer, closer, art thou born
By light of Moon and Sun
I see thy face so clearly now
Thy life is all undone

To me! To me, Oh mortal soul
To me thy life steers straight
No god awaits on brilliant throne
Thy soul is mine by right.




//just to make things clear I take no claim (I did not write them or modify) over any poems unless I specificly say written by me.//

[kalbaern]

Apr 14, 2013 22:02:11 GMT -5 keithrowley666 said:

I am glad you like my poem "The Necromancer", and hope for further readers. Would you please acknowledge me as the author and point to my work at www.magickmirrors.com or at least just identify me as the author? Thanks a lot. much appreciated. Keith Rowley

Aug 13, 2010 7:04:21 GMT -5 darkendnight said:

*heard spoken hauntingly in the dead of night, echoing between the shadows of Orlbar and then again around Lorkh*

Alone, I walk the roads of death
In the silence of the three
Piercing shrouds of life, of breath
And soon I come for thee

Beyond the roil of worldly strife
It is my fate to tread
Walking through the shadow lands
Communing with the dead

You know me not, Oh! mortal man
So blinded by life’s glimmer
But the shadows of my shroud you’ll touch
As life’s flame flickers dimmer

Of gossamer, of shadow thread
I weave a spell for thee
All bound with wails of ruined souls
Death’s monstrous filigree

Chill and deadly, Ruin’s hands
E'er spin the threads of death
I yearn for the, I wait for thee
I hasten thy last breath

I am the power behind the dark
The conjurer of fear
I am the icy kiss of death
Behind the wall of fear

The river of your life flows fast
Between the shores of years
It bears thee ever on to me
Behind the veil of tears

Listen! Listen, ‘mid the dark
‘Mid the silence of the night
I seek for thee, I yearn for thee
Thy soul to scorn and blight

Closer, closer, art thou born
By light of Moon and Sun
I see thy face so clearly now
Thy life is all undone

To me! To me, Oh mortal soul
To me thy life steers straight
No god awaits on brilliant throne
Thy soul is mine by right.




//just to make things clear I take no claim (I did not write them or modify) over any poems unless I specificly say written by me.//

Done ... and thank you for posting.

[Micteu]

Silly Darky. Here I thought she made that up. Tut, tut.