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[NightShade]

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There is a doll.. It sits here in my room. A Doll of Duplicity. It reminds me of days gone by. When my plans came to fruition and a stir I caused of mass chaos.

How I relished the Liars only able to utter truth, and the honest only able to speak lies...

I loved the Agile who suddenly crashed and stumbled, clumsy and weak.

My favorite though were the lovers, blazing passion igniting in thier eyes for the first person they saw.

Simple hexes, not to hard to remove once they were discovered, crafted upon my tokens these dolls. To touch one, to brush one and it spread quick like an infection. Such oddities captured in a shining golden moment. Displayed for all.

These were really all just a test though, this entire scheme just to see and learn.

Tis' a pity my seamstress is gone I hated to lose her, though, someone had to take the fall. I admit she exceeded expectations, went positively mad. (I admit only to myself that I meant my own kin no harm, pray that no one learns of this weakness.) In the end I was not ready to be hunted by the masses, there are things that must be attended to, work on Fire island that must not stop.

So now I stare at the items of my trade and I consider, perhaps it is time to cast a few hexes again. Dolls won't work this time, I know this. I need something different, unique.

A gentle music plays in the background as she ponders this point. Her mind a whirr of creativity.

Soon...
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[NightShade]

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Act II-Iterum ego ago..once more I live.

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
-As you like it, by William Shakespeare

A Mocking bird's cry echoed upon the castle wall. Mimus my love your spirit has come to me, I have waited long for you... Her darkened hair shown in the moonlight the green tinge replaced by shadowy intent. Her white skin smooth and soft upon the outstretched arm unto the ghostly bird.

I have missed you little one. What news traveler of planes do you bring me? She tilted her head close bringing the ghostly bird to her face, in a practiced and affectionate gesture. Mimus flapped his wings and squawked as once he did but no pressure upon her hand could be found. For the ghostly birds form was light and that of the wind in her grasp.

Yet his energies lived and swirled around her..Forevermore

Soon upon the birds wake a gathering of spirits encircled her, thier energies shining in the dark night. They followed the bird as a beacon drawn to him, drawn to her, Necromancia they called her.. At last she felt the spell rising up in her body, the words broke forth from her reddened lips like a storm of chaos upon the soul.

Now for a vessel to carry the craft of my heart.
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[NightShade]

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The stage was indeed set, and the time had come to begin.

ACT III

The Channeler. Ilshens Lands.


A Sprig of Red Nightshade, oddly colored lay by the scroll.
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...