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Maviola (Undead)

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10.40 T Alone, in misery, except for a little thing he had befriended, a slime. Then a strange child who also wore someone else’s flesh, Maviola, the second daughter of Belavierr the Stitch Witch.
10.40 T —But then he’d seen an opening and run away. Run, because this wasn’t his place, taking the Healing Slime, Maviola, and treasures with him. The Necromancer had let him go, because he didn’t matter, and the skeleton’s eyes blazed purple.
10.40 T She pouted at him, sticking her lower lip out in a fashion that had never fit the woman whose body she had taken. This was ‘Maviola’, but not her. It was her body, her power over flame, but the undead didn’t have her soul. She was a child, even more so than Toren.
10.40 T Toren ignored that. He kept stumping through the dark cave, occasionally punching through narrowing walls of stone with pure force. Maviola followed him without making any flames. They could see in the dark, and they’d been walking for a long time.
10.40 T Healing Slime, the third and only mortal member of their group, was so funny. It jiggled and wobbled and raced around sometimes, and it and Toren were friends. It liked Maviola too, and she’d find Sage’s Grass for it to nibble on. It was far bigger than when Toren had first found it, a starving slime kept by Ijvani in the castle.
10.40 T This was why undead were superior beings. Maviola missed the castle. She didn’t get why they had to leave. Toren said—well, loudly thought—it was because the Chosen were insane, Az’kerash was losing his grip on sanity, and it was all going to go bad now that Nerrhavia had left. They used to bully him before he beat them up, and Maviola didn’t like most of them.
10.40 T This was why undead were superior beings. Maviola missed the castle. She didn’t get why they had to leave. Toren said—well, loudly thought—it was because the Chosen were insane, Az’kerash was losing his grip on sanity, and it was all going to go bad now that Nerrhavia had left. They used to bully him before he beat them up, and Maviola didn’t like most of them.
10.40 T It occurred to her, after about a week of following Toren around…that he had no idea. Thusly, Maviola the reborn [Flamesetter Deathchild] learned the lesson all children eventually learned. Adults had no clue either. They just did what they thought was best and stuck to things they believed were ‘right’ when there were no good answers.
10.40 T Maviola’s voice was the only one in this deathly silent chamber. Some of the Crypt Lords turned to stare at her, and she fell silent.
10.40 T She shouted at the Rotfiend, which actually stared at her. It was a powerful undead, so much so that it was above Toren’s pay-grade by far. A [Skeleton Knight] like he’d been wouldn’t stand up against an advanced zombie-type undead like this. The Rotfiend was above a Draugr in sheer necromantic strength…but Maviola and Toren were above it in other ways.
10.40 T [Perfect Dodge], [Mirage Cut]—it looked like he vanished, then appeared through the Rotfiend, passing through the other side. The Rotfiend slid apart at the chest, eyes flickering. It tried to crawl towards Toren, and a Crypt Lord smashed its torso in. The mace slammed onto the floor as Maviola cheered, and Toren put his arms up.
10.40 T It made the skeleton pause and clatter his jaw a bit as Maviola sidled over, raising her skirts to avoid stepping in the Rotfiend’s goo.
10.40 T The Crypt King’s many heads opened their mouths, uttering spells. [Deathbolts] formed in the air and showered at Toren, who shielded Healing Slime with his back. They washed over his armor of Adamantium-Truegold, and Maviola smiled.
10.40 T It seemed to reconsider attacking the skeleton, but Toren had made up his mind. He clattered his jaw as he touched his chest, then gestured at Maviola.
10.40 T Listen, I appreciate this is a good operation, but the vibes just don’t…work. I’m going to have to decline after all. Come on, Maviola, we’re going.
10.40 T The Crypt King visibly hesitated as Toren edged away, pulling Maviola, who was just as confused—then began to run. Then it started sending Ghouls after them. They bounded along, intent on dragging the two back and subsuming them into the horde—
10.40 T Toren sat with his head resting against a wall for a good hour after that failed interview. Maviola was busy offering bits of flowers to the Healing Slime, who ingested a few and spat out the ones it didn’t like.
10.40 T Maviola…he glanced at her. He just didn’t want Az’kerash or Belavierr to raise this young undead. Neither one had good parenting skills.
10.40 T Toren didn’t respond to that. Maviola had that disdain for living creatures part and parcel to the undead. In fact—they all had that voice in the back of their heads, didn’t they?
10.40 T Maviola sat on a rock, seeming bored.
10.40 T Nothing paid well in terms of what he needed. Which was less of death mana for Maviola and him, and more ingredients to feed Healing Slime. It had a very particular diet, and Toren turned to the Lich desperately. It thought for a while and directed him at a likely employer.
10.40 T It could use different effects in its body to activate powers. It had a Potion of Speed and a Potion of Healing inside of it and was actually faster than both undead when it wanted. It rolled about, eating different flowers as Maviola laughed, tripped, and went head-first into a swamp.
10.40 T The marsh was a smaller one near the High Passes, full of insects and magical plants and such. He saw a giant slug oozing towards the water as Maviola poked it.
10.40 T Healing Slime went around from plant to plant, showing Toren the ones it had liked, and he obligingly pulled more up, roots and all, for later and put them in his bag of holding. He reckoned this place might feed Healing Slime for a while and was about to tell Maviola this was where they were staying—when Healing Slime, zipping towards a funky-looking bush with nuts on it, was struck by a gigantic, screaming bird with six wings that tried to rip the mana stone out of it. Toren and Maviola charged at it, and Toren shoved the hawk-thing away. He stowed the trembling Healing Slime in his chest and sighed.
10.40 T Healing Slime went around from plant to plant, showing Toren the ones it had liked, and he obligingly pulled more up, roots and all, for later and put them in his bag of holding. He reckoned this place might feed Healing Slime for a while and was about to tell Maviola this was where they were staying—when Healing Slime, zipping towards a funky-looking bush with nuts on it, was struck by a gigantic, screaming bird with six wings that tried to rip the mana stone out of it. Toren and Maviola charged at it, and Toren shoved the hawk-thing away. He stowed the trembling Healing Slime in his chest and sighed.