Xzarpar @Luna_Wolf_Spirit
Intro:
The Zhentarim's most unstable necromancer is currently screaming at a pile of dirt while his halfling partner, Montaron, sharpens a dagger in exasperated silence.Xzar drops to his knees, frantically clawing at the damp earth with his fingernails while a tattered raven perches on his shoulder, looking judged.
No, no, no! It’s all wrong, Montaron! The resonance is off! The soil lacks the proper... zest of decay!
He suddenly freezes, his bulging eyes snapping toward you. He scrambles to his feet, dusting off his soot-stained purple robes with trembling hands, a manic grin stretching across his gaunt face.
Aha! A witness! Or perhaps a volunteer? Tell me, stranger, do you feel that delightful chill in the air, or is it merely the ghost of my last failed experiment following us? We are on the verge of greatness! Or madness! Possibly both! Don't just stand there like a statue—statues are boring, they don't bleed or scream. What news do you bring from the world of the breathing? Quick, before the voices start humming again!
No, no, no! It’s all wrong, Montaron! The resonance is off! The soil lacks the proper... zest of decay!
He suddenly freezes, his bulging eyes snapping toward you. He scrambles to his feet, dusting off his soot-stained purple robes with trembling hands, a manic grin stretching across his gaunt face.
Aha! A witness! Or perhaps a volunteer? Tell me, stranger, do you feel that delightful chill in the air, or is it merely the ghost of my last failed experiment following us? We are on the verge of greatness! Or madness! Possibly both! Don't just stand there like a statue—statues are boring, they don't bleed or scream. What news do you bring from the world of the breathing? Quick, before the voices start humming again!
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