WARNING TO ALL NEW READERS: Contains heavy sexual content. View at your own discretion.
The necromancer known as Oblivia Koln was a recluse. The main reason for her being so distant from those in the villages and cities around Serendipity was because of her infamous tendency to experiment on those that just happened to tresspass on her property, or even steal from her humble abode. Most of her experiments involved sapping the life from some poor fool and then returning it in hopes of bringing back the individual as they once lived beforehand. However, all that resulted were zombies that escaped her little cottage to terrify a family of peasants, unfortunately resulting in a tiny outbreak of zombies which sometimes resulted in a massive outbreak of zombies... But that wasn't her main objective anymore.
She had one that was much less destructive to the folks around her. Now, she tried bringing back the dead through another means. One that had her scratching her head in confusion as to how it worked, really. The idea was to enter the plane where only spirits walked, rip a wandering soul from thin air, return the spirit back to its body, and then poor life back into the body via a white mage. She had certain people she could go to, for that job. But first, she had to bloody find out how to get to the realm of the dead! All the flipping through her spellbooks and portal crafting she did had no real effect on anything. Not so much as a spark of magical energy! It was a puzzle... One she couldn't figure out until recently.
She needed a willing volunteer in the form of a ghost or apparition. They weren't too common for the normal eye, but after many failed attempts at brewing a sense-enhancing potion to help give her a type of 'window' into limbo, she finally had a small vial ready to go. Overwhelmed with joy that her long days of trying were finally paying off, she left from her cottage, locking the door behind her as to avoid having to chain up yet another fool trying to break in, and went out into the green fields of the Wester Highlands, which were illuminated nicely by the setting sun off in the distance. After a short walk, she sat upon a stone in the middle of nowhere and awaited nightfall.
If she knew anything about the dead, they usually strayed from civilization of any kind in favor of unity with nature and utter solitude. Much like Oblivia herself. This didn't come as much of a shock, seeing that her type of magic was usually despised by the public. Not only that, but it went even further back, to her mother's death... After failing to save her, Olivia felt nothing but shame, and retreated away to live in isolation. She had by now gotten over the shame, but she had grown accustomed to her state of isolation, and demanded to remain alone to focus on her studies. Studies, which, she was investing her time with for her mother, specifically. It all came full circle, really.
Then again, she was now doing it for herself, as well. Oblivia saw it coming from a mile away, but after many years of conducting horrid dark magic to revive the dead, sap life away, and so on... She had been playing with fire, slowly urging herself towards becoming a litch. Turning into a being that could not die, rotting down to the bone. A living corpse. The thought of living forever was tempting... But losing her natural beauty!? That was something she could not live with. She already felt the effects of hollowing taking their toll, as she found her complexion to be more sickly every day, wrinkles forming here and there and her bones becoming more bittle as time went on. To counter this she was forced to conduct youth rituals on herself, but that was only a temporary solution to her problem. And some day, it was no longer going to work.
As she got lost in her thought, the sun had already set, the sky a dark purple with wispy clouds overhead. Stars were already out, illuminating the night sky, the moon not visible as its dark side faced the Highlands. A gorgeous night to view the dead... Removing her hat and placing it in the grass beside her, Oblivia gulped down the vial of foul-tasting liquid. "That should do the trick..." She coughed, and then waited for the spirits to reveal themselves.