Mavis stared at the group as they told her the news she probably should've been expecting. There was no specific way to get in when you just decided to show up at random and ask to join. Mavis knew that was probably a likely possibility when she set out on this journey, but the longer she kept going, the more and more she hoped they'd overlook the odd circumstances of her visit and accept her. There was a brief look of sadness on the girl's face as Liam explained that most of the kids got accepted by being sent in by their parents. That obviously wasn't an option for the silver haired girl.

The two headed figure went on to explain that the two of them were stuck together simply to make room! That thought horrified Mavis. What if they tried something similar with her? What if she was to spend the rest of her days as some horrible abomination (No offense to Liam and Kana). However, he did bring up the question of talking to the Headmistress. Whoever that was. At this point Mavis was willing to try anything in order to be accepted to the school, she didn't travel halfway across the world for nothing.

"I uhh. I was taught by my father in some summoning magic." Mavis said, holding out her arm. Suddenly a bright flash appeared just above the girl's hand and a small ball of pure white flame. It floated silently for a second before transforming into an elegant eyeless bird made entirely of white fire. The bird extended its tiny wings and flew around the girl's head as she giggled and did the same to Dylan, Liam, and Kana. It landed on Mavis' shoulder before dispersing into the air.

"So who's this Headmistress?"

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Name Zakram Nylack
Age 26
Gender Male
Species Human
Ethnicity Essyrini
Height 5'8''
Occupation Architect and self proclaimed scientist
Residence Capital city of Essyrn

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Physical Description
Standing at just over five feet and eight inches, Zakram is of average height and build with dark Essyrini skin and hair. Not much stands out about Zakram from the crowd aside from his unusual white tattoos on both his arms and hands. He normally has his hair tied into a small pony tail on the top of his head and wears a pair of cracked golden rimmed glasses over his dark brown eyes. Zakram also has a single piercing on his left ear in which a golden earring hangs.

Personality
Generally speaking, Zakram is a pretty level headed dude and quite laid back. Unlike a lot of his people, Zakram is not motivated by wealth or fame and actually harbors a strong distaste for many of the practices and traditions of his people. While still young, Zakram is surprisingly compassionate and bold.. But this normally gets him in a lot of trouble. Truth be told Zakram thinks that if wasn't for his father's reputation he'd probably be dead by this point in his life for constantly standing up for the helpless, despite having no battle or magical experience of his own. Zakram is also in a constant struggle with his father's expectations versus his own morality. He hates his father because he is cruel and unforgiving, but only stays near to protect his much more timid mother who is always under threat from domestic abuse. Because of this, Zakram is motivated entirely on finding a way to bypass the barbaric traditions and rules of Essyinri society that give people like his father power, and hopefully build a place free from their influence. Despite his families immense wealth, Zakram normally refuses to be served by any slave and hopes to master his studies in both architecture and alchemy so that he can one day cut himself off from his oppressive and brutal parent, and take his mother somewhere safe before it's too late.

Magic/Abilities
Zakram is not known for magical skill or combat prowess in the slightest. He knows nothing about holding a sword or spear, and has never once attempted at practicing magic. No, Zakram's worth comes entirely from his mind. Due to his family's wealth he was able to get an excellent education from an early age. Over the years, studying the natural laws of this world became a hobby for him, and soon enough he dedicated his life to it. Thanks to this, Zakram has been able to build all sorts of contraptions without the help of magic due to his architectural studies.

While not considered an expert by any means, Zakram has also dabbled a bit in alchemy. Creating a few useful potions from old recipes, he has committed them to his memory in case the need arises.

Relationships

History
Zakram was born to a wealthy couple of Essyrini nobles who lived a full life of luxury. However, from an early age Zakram had experienced the horrors of his father's work and had enough time to develop a hatred for it. Zakram's father, Kellok, was the owner of many slaves and that worked a brutal mine in the desert. For entertainment he would sometimes pick random slaves and have them fight in the arenas. This was not uncommon in Essyrn, but Zakram's hatred for his father began when he picked a slave that didn't work in the mines, but rather his own estate. Zakram was only 8 at the time, but he had manged to make friends with a few of the slave servant's children that normally worked in the kitchens or the gardens. Zakram's parents would obviously disapprove of this kind of relationship, so Zakram limited his time to a single kid. Her name was Mina. For generations her family had been slaves, and she worked closely with her mother who served in the kitchens of Zakram's villa. The two formed a special bond over time and Zakram found himself visiting Mina in secret more and more during the night hours. However, their relationship was soon compromised when a guard caught them sitting on the estate's walls one night. By now Zakram was 13, Mina was 12, and both were in a heap of trouble.

The morning after Kellok brought his son to the arenas but kept the purpose a secret. It was the start of the fighting season, so Zakram assumed that he was being forced to watch the games like he had always been. However, this time it was different. He was surprised to see his friend Mina chained to a post in the center of the arena. The following minutes were the worst of Zakram's life. His father grabbed him by the collar and forced him to watch the screaming girl get mauled by the arena's beasts, all the while claiming that Mina was an animal, not a person, along with the rest of the slaves in Essyrn. And that his son would never be seen with a savage animal. It was from that day forward that Zakram's fear for his father turned into a boiling hatred. He never forgot Mina's face.. Nor her screams as the monsters tore her apart... Nor the cheer of the crowd as they did so. Every detail of that morning stuck in his head for the rest of his life.

Knowing there was nothing Zakram could do to his father without putting his own life and his mother's in danger, the kid pretended to get over the death of his only friend. Over the next few years Zakram returned to his studies and became a prodigy in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering. Now Zakram is 26 years old and makes many trips across Essyrn, making a living off of his architectural skills across the desert rather than relying on his family's wealth to get by.  However, Zakram's hatred for his father never went away. He still vows to one day build a city far more beautiful than anything his father had, without the blood of slaves. And hopefully avenge the murder of his dear friend... Even if he needs to turn into a murderer himself to do so.

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How long had it been? 3 weeks? A month? Maybe a little longer than that? Mavis could not tell. The days had all but blurred together in her head as the idea of keeping track of them faded from her memory. All she knew now was that she was finally here. The legendary Wyrdwood Academy. A strong sense of satisfaction fell over the girl's body as she witnessed the building looming in the distance. The school was indeed a real place, and that was a great relief to the young sorceress. She still had a hard time believing she was even here to be perfectly honest with herself. Her entire life, Mavis was cooped up inside that frozen castle on the edge of the world, but now she was here. The ancient homeland of her ancestors. Sadly they did not leave it on good terms with the locals. The young girl had only hoped that her family name had faded from memory by now. For she was the last Enevia. Even if her plans for coming to Wyrdwood were successful, she doubted that her family would survive anyways. Her grandfather was old, unable to produce children, and her father was missing. Even if Mavis grew up and found a man, her children would take his name, not hers. She truly was the last of her kind. The endling of a once great House.

Luckily for Mavis however, the Enevia vault was still quite full. As the years passed and their family members dwindled, less and less people were left to spend their gold. Now Mavis was the only one who could inherit all of her family's wealth, and it became very useful for getting here. The journey had been long and challenging, but Mavis had trusted the right people to help her. Hitching rides on wagons and carts of passing travelers or merchants before buying supplies in the local towns along the way. Connlaoth proved to be quite a challenge as well. Mavis was a sorceress after all. The magic hating regime were unable to figure this out, however and she was able to slip pass their borders without notice thanks to the help of a few smugglers. Once she had been given directions, Mavis had spent the last few days traveling by foot towards the ancient school. Nothing but her purple clothing and backpack of supplies. One might be concerned that a little girl wandering the country side by herself could get into some serious trouble, but Mavis was far from helpless. Like the rest of the Enevia mage family, she was blessed with natural talent for magic. Magic she had honed over the years into a deadly weapon. She could summon her own familiar guards if she wanted, or used the celestial magic to burn anything or anyone who would cause her harm. To top it off, being locked away in Enevia castle her whole life had sheltered the girl from the dangers the outside world possessed. She had never seen or experience them before, and as such, felt no fear when taking this journey by herself.

Soon Mavis noticed that she was no longer alone. It would've been a welcomed change if the newcomers were normal... But they weren't... Mavis stopped in her tracks when she saw the two headed person and no words could leave the girl's mouth. Only a wide eyed stare. Sure Mavis had seen some pretty strange things in her travels, but this certainly took the cake! Is this what happens to people who go to Wyrdwood? Do they get cursed or mutated into creatures like this? Mavis certainly hoped not, otherwise she might've reconsidered her entire trip south.

Trying not to be rude, Mavis forced herself to look at the only normal looking person there, Dylan. She finally summoned the courage to speak. "Uh. H- Hi. I'm Mavis. I came here to attend the school... Do you guys know how to get in?" She asked. This was probably the biggest setback she would face. Despite all the research she had done, Mavis could not think of a way to actually be accepted into the school. From what she read, it was the student's parents who sent their kids off to the academy, or a rep from the school would come to recruit promising kids. Mavis had nobody to vouch for her attendance, and she didn't really have much time to wait around to get noticed. Especially when she was locked away at the edge of the world. Her only option was to just show up to the front door, and hope they let her in... After all, what else could she do at this point?

Mavis wasn't very satisfied with the the response she got from the kid who rudely slammed right into HER, and then used her own words against her. Such entitlement Mavis thought! The boy explained to the girl that he wasn't deserving of the title Mavis gave him, but that mattered little to the silver haired girl as she frantically crawled around on the stone floor trying to stack all her books back into the neat pile they had been in before. Finally she stood up again, pressing the old scrolls and textbooks against her chest while staring at the pillow wearing moron in front of her.

"I WAS looking where I was going! You should've seen the corner ahead of you, or was that massive pillow weighing your head down in the other direction?" She said again. Normally Mavis wasn't this confrontational, but ever since the day started she had been in a sour mood. She had yet to meet anyone here that gave her any ounce of respect, and most people just looked down at her! This kid was just the cherry on the top.

Well this was certainly... Different.

Mavis had honestly no idea what to expect from a strange new place such as this. Hell, she hadn't even heard of it until only a few months ago. She really was sheltered during her early years if she couldn't even name one of the most popular magical schools in the entire kingdom. Then again, it had been a looong time since her family last set first within Serendipity's borders. And the first time she had ever even left Hyoite. Mavis jsut hoped she made the right choice. From what she had gathered, her family wasn't exactly respected in these parts anymore. Something that would definitely feel strange to the girl. She was certainly used to being surrounded by servents and guards who would never dare speak to her without the utmost respect in their voices. But this was a long way from home. People were different. Mavis could only hope her identity as the last Enevia went unnoticed...

The start of the new school year seemed to be busy as Mavis noticed. Students of all different heights, species, ages, and more wandered around the building. Many of which not noticing the small white haired sorceress as they shoved past her. Mavis felt very overwhelmed by everything. She had no idea what to do or where to go. THe only thing she had was a pile of random textbooks given to her when she first arrived, and a small slip of parchment that had the number "216" written in cursive. She had no idea what that meant, but she could only assume it was supposed to be a room number? Right now that was the girl's only lead, so she couldn't really do anything except look for this mysterious room. Maybe she should ask for directions? That seemed like the most logical option, given her situation, but the mouse of a girl was far too nervous to speak to anyone at this point. A few students gave her odd looks as she passed by, which only made the girl even more nervous! What was she going to do? Who should she ask? How should she ask? This was an enormous mistake!

Mavis turned a corner and instantly slammed right into another student! The girl stumbled for a moment and dropped her books before falling onto her butt! "O- ow! Hey!" She exclaimed as she sat on the ground, her purple hat lying on the floor next to her. A few students stopped what they were doing to look at the two but then continued what they were doing. With crowded halls like this it didn't seem that far fetched that events like this didn't occur often. Luckily it didn't draw too much attention.

Mavis observed the kid with an angry expression, but it quickly turned to a puzzled one. Was he wearing a... pillow on his head? Mavis couldn't even begin to guess the reason for such an odd fashion choice but other than his head-wear, the boy didn't really look that strange. He seemed to be just a little older than herself, and a little taller as well. He seemed a lot larger as well, but upon closer inspection Mavis could determine he was wearing a lot of clothing. The reason as to why he chose to appear this way eluded her, but the reality was still present.

Mavis grumbled under her breath and reached for her hat, quickly putting it on her head again and dusting off her coat. Even though it wasn't that cold here, Mavis still chose to wear her usual bright purple winter clothing. Complete with furred lining and heavy boots. It made her feel more secure one could suppose given her current predicament. "Y- You should watch where you're going mister.." She said again, picking up her books.

Laina would shift the bag around her arm and sigh as the girl began let her anger get the better at her. However, it didn't stop there. The girl would then continue to follow the beast slayer towards the path. She'd climb over a log and duck her head underneath a branch as she stepped onto the small road, trying her best to ignore the girl.

"And should I feel equally as lucky that you would bother to grace me with your presence? Surly a skilled warrior like yourself has something better to do." Laina retorted sarcastically.

As Laina put the last feather in her bag, a higher pitched tone hit her ears. She looked around curiously to spot what appeared to be a much younger girl. Curious. Apparently Laina had stolen this girl's kill. She hadn't found herself in a situation where someone was angry with her to getting a kill before them... Well, aside from bounty hunters who were too slow to kill the monster before Laina stepped in.

Slinging the pack over her arm, Laina stood up. "Uh.. Sorry kid." She said, not exactly knowing how to respond. She honestly had no idea if this kid was being serious or not, she certainly seemed a bit young to be monster hunting. Especially Dur'avin hunting. However, Laina was taking down baddies 3 times her size when she was this girl's age as well. "Was a difficult fight. Be glad I got here before you did." She said, passing her by.

Cerci sat at the end of the table, watching each of her children take their own attempts at answering the question. She could assume what they said could be true, however, there was only one truth Cerci believed. And none of them got it right.

She tapped her finger on the edge of the table, waiting for Asis to finish her sentence before shooting Embalmus a cold glance from across the table. Her tapping stopped, and her gaze  turned towards the ground again. She drew in one heavy breath, one that could've obviously been heard by the rest of the inhabitants of this room before looking back up with a soft smile. "There is no meaning... None that you should believe." She finally spoke again, a venomous sting underlying her benevolent tone. "The concept of it all is a test... The only meaning you can take from it is what gets you into the next world... Free from this one." She said, her violet gaze slowly eyeing all of them. "If you forget this..." She said. "The process of remembering can be... Painful."

She turned to Embalmus, and then lifted a hand. Necrotic energy began to form in a orb on her palm. The orb then was casted towards the center of the table. Once it reached its destination, the orb exploded, showering the the table in black mist... Leaving behind what appeared to be a perfectly scaled 3D model of the undead city they were currently situated in. The central tower to be precise. "The time has almost come to attract the darker minds of this world..." She said. "We must be ready." Her gaze turned to Dumatef, staring at him with ice cold resolve. "Dumatef... You will become an apprentice to Lord Ravenger..." (One of the 12 Necrophage councilors that help govern the city.) "Asis, you will be paired with Lady Vindicate, Elise, Lord Skallden." Cerci spoke without a hint of hesitation, evident she had been planning this for a while.

"You are all very skilled in your arts, however, if you intend to be the peak of our creation you will need to be so much more than that. These council members will teach you not only the skills in magic you still lack, but the skills required to manipulate those of living tissue. It won't be long until some heretical filth decides he wants to be a hero and attempts to destroy our work. For the world of the living should never be underestimated... Like I told you before, they are part of a test. If you hope to pass, you will need to prove you are the bigger force." She faxed Embalmus again. "You will all do exactly as instructed by your new masters. You will report to them, and they will report directly to Embalmus. Should your performance be lacking... Embalmus will instruct whatever form of 'educational techniques' it takes to get you back on track...

"I hope you respect my choice... It is for the city's benefit after all..."

The tree snapped in half with the furious strike of the beast's spined tail. Seeing this, Laina wasted no time rolling out of the way just as the large trunk slammed into the earth, dirt erupting around it to enforce the already convincing reality that this creature was not screwing around. Grunting, her head turned back towards the large lizard. The monster was a towering 20 foot beast with massive long jaws akin to a crocodile. It's body was nearly twice its height in length, and was covered in sharp spines and vibrant colored feathers. It roared at her, lunging forward for another bite. Raising her arm just in time, her tower shield halted the beast's mouth around her. Struggling to hold it there, she gave a furious yell before stabbing her blade through the creature's gums! It gave a furious painful screech, jerking back. Seeing the opportunity, Laina quickly rolled underneath the monster's legs, spinning and slashing at its ankles. Her strikes were fast and deadly, causing deep cuts in both that made the monster hiss in pain, swinging its tail to strike her! Taken by surprise from the beast's sudden speed, she only had time to raise her shield before taking the full force of the blow! The impact sent Laina flying backwards several feet before skidding on the ground. Her blade left her hands, and her head trickling blood over her eye. Her body ached with pain and her lungs struggled to breath without stinging... But she knew this was life or death.

Slowly turning her body over, her arm gripped the shield tightly just as the monster stood over her, prepared to finish the girl off. With a powerful lunge it bit down on the metal object hard as she sturggled to hold it still. Realizing she wasn't going to let go, the creature instead lifted it off the ground, Laina with it, and hurled it around throwing it against a tree. She was flung through the air, and was hit with the unwelcomed force of a strong tree trunk. She fell to the ground at the tree's base, still holding onto her trusty shield. Her head looked up to see the monster's large feet lumbering towards her. SHe needed to think of something.. FAST! And that's when she got an idea. As soon as the monster broke into a charge, Laina stood on her feet and grabbed a broken branch! Raising her shield once more, the monster locked its jaws around it and pushed her back into the tree! Struggling to hold it there, she could see the wet saliva mixed with blood dripping off the monster's teeth onto her shield. Seeing the opportunity, she flipped the branch over to the broken side, and plunged it into the bottom half of the creatures neck! It roared in pain and quickly let go of her shield! Seizing the opportunity, Laina swung it as hard as she could into the monster's face. Several smaller teeth broke from its skull and flew out of its mouth, but before the beast could react, another blow from her shield came in the form of an uppercut! And finally she ended it all with a quick jab from above, slamming the sharp bottom side of the shield straight into the monster's exposed skull...

Laina sat against the tree trunk, breathing heavily as the large monster's corpse rotted at her feet. That creature was far more difficult to take down then most. That was because it was not the same as most. It was a Dur'avin. A type of beast known to be far larger and more aggressive then regular monsters. However, the thing that set them truly apart from others was the fact that all these creatures were completely resistant to magic. It had no effect on them, thus making them extremely hard to kill. No mage would stand a chance against these beasts, only metal could end them... And that's why Laina was here. She had been hunting them for years now. However, she knew she could no longer do it alone. That battle was too close for her liking, and knew the monster, had it been a tiny bit smarter, could've easily ended her life on multiple occasions. She'd need to find someone just as skilled as her if she intended to continue this line of work. However, she didn't need to think about that now, the beast was dead, and the people of the nearby village were safe... For now at least.

Her body ached and she could feel a few dislocated bones, but other than that, Laina was fine. She'd need to rest for at least a day before she'd be ready for another battle of that magnitude, but she was confident in herself. Leaning over to pick up her leaf covered blade, She'd sheath it and then give her shield arm a few stretches after placing the large towershield on her back. Turning back to the dead monster, what the locals had called "Feather Jaw." She took out a smaller dagger from her waist and leaned down next to the monster's large head. Stabbing its eye, she cut it out in less then a minute. IT oozed with weird reddish yellowish blood, but remained mostly intact. Satisfied, she opened a small bag she had hid before the battle and placed it inside, as well as taking a few feathers. They always needed proof of the creature's death, and here it was.

Death. That was all there was. Life was nothing but a shadow of the greater concept that the world feared of embracing. However, there were those who did not. Some took it in with open arms, letting all their regrets fall away, and in the end they meant nothing to themselves or anyone else of this world. Lost in memory to join a stream far greater than anything anyone could've hoped for in a mortal life. For it was a shell, a cage. The rules of reality bending you to their every will. Nobody should be forced to live like this... And Death was the key to the shackles.

If only she could...

The sound of her feet echoed in the expansive hall, the steady rhythm of the skeleton's hammers clicked somewhere unseen. Surrounding the woman was an aura unlike any other in this city. It drained all life it came across... All but hers. The doors to the chamber opened on their own to allow her passage. Cerci, wearing her usual black and purple outfit stepped into the room. Her eyes cold and violet, an expression of seriousness sealed to her face. Her dress dragged behind her as she walked through the the doors onto the main floor. She was glad to see everyone had arrived before her. However, judging by Embalmus's expression, he didn't seem very convinced of the situation. Her children were present. Elise, Cerci's youngest daughter, still learning about the world and its beautiful shadows. Dumatef, a demonic being given a place in the physical realm by her and Embalmus, sharing his father's looks. And lastly Asis. Like her mother, considered to be a living entity.

Cerci said nothing as she entered, her eyes glued to the table. She would slightly move her hand, and then the rather large chair sitting at the head of the table opposite from Embalmus screeched. She would then sit and lower her head, looking at her knees as she breathed in. "My Children." She finally said, looking down. "What is the meaning of life?" She asked, lifting her head finally to look at all of them, an intense feeling drew them towards her unmoving, relentless violet gaze.

The ghost wasted no time fading through the trees, the sounds of impending danger behind them as Randal struggled to keep up with the white wisp as it darted across the forest floor. Not far behind him, something lurked in the shadows. By the sound of it, it was rather large... And feral. Heavy, uneven breathing, and heavy footsteps as it cracked the surrounding leaves. Whatever it was, it was not seen. The darkness of the night obscured it all too well... But none could deny something was there.

Thankfully, the creature of the night had not taken notice or interest to the two's presence, and Luna was soon able to return to her physical form. "You cannot stay here!" She hissed under a quiet, but firm whisper. "Things live here at night! Dangerous things!"

The ghost would walk off into the forest, ignoring Randal's yelling. That was until he decided to run up to her. Peculiar indeed. He was not afraid of her... Not as much as he should've been. Seldom to travelers try and befriend the ghosts that haunt the woods. She stared at him with cold, dead eyes. "My name... I do not remember... But they call me Luna...." She said again in her ghostly tone.

The one now known as Randal gave her a funny look, and then offered his hand. She did not even look at it. From that point she turned her head and kept walking into the darkness. "You should leave this place." She repeated. "Zantarctic is cursed... Take your friend and le-" She stopped mid sentence, staring straight ahead. "With me. NOW." she said urgently, quickly fading into a ghostly wisp, darting through the trees in another direction.

Annerith stared at him through the cold black gaze of the armored slits on her helmet as he answered her question. Not to her expectations, but his response was satisfactory. The entire tent was silent as the commander stared at him when he finished. Finally, breaking the tension, Annertith leaned up and slowly put the dripping weapon on her back. It seemed like there had been some sort of unseen trap or clasp on her armor that allowed the Gundao to easily hook to her back plate. Keeping with the silent theme, she turned her helmet towards one of the guardsmen at the tent entrance and slowly nodded. Knowing instantly what that meant, the guard quickly turned and exited the flap and vanished into the busy camp. The commander turned her attention back too Ludwig.

"You see.. Recently my advisor was killed in an ambush. I have need of a replacement." She said coldly, turning and stepping around the table, turning her head downwards towards the map. "The Hollow is a dangerous spot during these weeks. Many mages have congregated here... Some have even challenged me. However, a more powerful magic user and his band of rebels have taken refuge in a nearby ruined fort. One built to withstand most sieges..." She pointed to a spot on the map that showed a large mountain with a building on top, labeled "Fort Valamere."

"The Siege begins in a week. We have till then to come up with a battle plan."

All of your characters seem good! I just have to confer with the players who posted in this thread first some time ago to see if they're still interested in this plot, seeing as we don't want to overflow it!

Also one more thing.

None of the children should be stronger (in terms of magical power) than either of the parents, since it will be a big plot point in the story.

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Age should be mid teen at tips. (Something I forgot to mention in the post) but yeah, free reign for mostly everything else.


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Recently my dear friend @Salzem and I have begun thinking up an interesting plot! And we are looking for people to fill in le roles of said plot!

PREMISE:
Two diverse necromancers within the desert of Essyrn have begun to work again. One, a powerful warlord without purpose, and two, a forgotten lady with a dark shadow. Through recent events, these two have teamed up in order to make a vision come true... The vision of a massive city for the undead beneath the sands, where dark mages from around the world are welcome to visit and live to hone their craft.

ROLES:
Now we be looking for people to fill specific roles for this plot, and any who're interested will probably have to make a new char for this plot. To help govern this undead necropolis underneath the sands along with Embalmus , my character, Cerci will have multiple children!

Those family member roles would be the ones we are looking to fill right now. You'd be given complete free reign (because they'd be your character) on almost every aspect of their being, except for the fact that they must be Cerci's son/daughter.

I will be making a thread meant for this city once it's created so everyone can see how it works, and how it is ran! So if you're interested, you can help us create it through the RP.

Sorry for poofing! I had a busy summer T-T

Anyways, are any of y'all still up for this plot?

Cyn continued to quietly sit in on the couch, keeping silent now as she could obviously sense the Demon's uneasiness towards her sudden outburst. Instead, she decided to just watch and see how he would handle the distressed lord in the presence of the one who killed his wife.

"Before I was rudely interrupted... Tell me exactly what you want. Specifics if you can." He said through a cold glare. At this, Cyn smirked and raised her eyebrows towards Demagogue. Hoping he'd know what that meant, as there were a few documents that the Lord would have to sign... And she was going to stay here and make sure they were signed.

"I'm sure Mr. G has something for you..." She chuckled, before shutting her mouth again.

And that explained it. He was indeed looking for a friend...

By the way he had described her, she sounded to be some sort of parent, but not by blood. Of course Luna did not know the full extent of their relationship, but she wasn't willing to bet it all now. She stared at him for another moment before tilting her head slightly.

"She is not here..." She spoke again.

"You should leave this place... There are more than ghosts that stalk the woods at night." Luna said again, turning her head and she began walking into the trees.