Unfortunately - and I can't believe I'm calling it that - there's no word on where that power is coming from, and he gets a touchy when pressed on the matter.
[ It was ridiculous to think that the known control of an undead overlord was preferable to the unknown power the Black Hand used, but here they are. ]
He also shared a bit more about what was in the books on necromancy in the house I've told you about. My hiding place. Some necromancers theorize that the undead have no free will, and enslaving them is the only option. Cheery lot they are.
[ Smiling faintly at the gesture, Lily balanced her plate of cake on her knee, having a bite and swallowing before she spoke again. ]
The rest of what he has to say about the undead, and the city - isn't much better. We've walked into a precarious, terrible situation that's going to become very dangerous, even more than it already was.
[ Though she was glad to not have to sit with all this any longer, and have him to talk to about it, she still didn't look forward to telling him.
Lily set the book down between them so he could read everything word for word before she looked up at his face. ]
Bonaccorso has been securing Taravast's safety from the undead by arming the undead with magic. They helped destroy Ellethia, the merchant's citadel, the first to fall.
[Eleven peered at the words with a frown, but their meaning was lost to him in the wake of her confirmation of the worst of what they knew]
A coward's decision. He could have fought alongside the other cities, but now Taravast doesn't have any allies. What does he think is going to happen before too much longer..?
The undead are already here, as we saw. And so is Anurr.
[ It seemed clear to her that whatever peace Bonaccorso brokered could be discarded in an instant. There were a bit too many pieces crowding the board around this city.
There was concern written all over her face when she nudged her notebook closer to him so that he could keep reading and leaned to the side, her shoulder bumping his. Lily would never admit to being afraid, but she would admit to how unprepared she felt, should everything go to pot. ]
It doesn't look good. I'll start stockpiling healing potions tomorrow.
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Date: 2021-10-16 05:59 pm (UTC)[ It was ridiculous to think that the known control of an undead overlord was preferable to the unknown power the Black Hand used, but here they are. ]
He also shared a bit more about what was in the books on necromancy in the house I've told you about. My hiding place. Some necromancers theorize that the undead have no free will, and enslaving them is the only option. Cheery lot they are.
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Date: 2021-10-16 11:46 pm (UTC)The undead shouldn't be created- and should be given peace rather than enslavement.
[To think he hadn't thought his opinions on those necromancers could fall any further]
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Date: 2021-10-17 12:14 am (UTC)The rest of what he has to say about the undead, and the city - isn't much better. We've walked into a precarious, terrible situation that's going to become very dangerous, even more than it already was.
[ Though she was glad to not have to sit with all this any longer, and have
him to talk to about it, she still didn't look forward to telling him.
Lily set the book down between them so he could read everything word for word before she looked up at his face. ]
Bonaccorso has been securing Taravast's safety from the undead by arming the undead with magic. They helped destroy Ellethia, the merchant's citadel, the first to fall.
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Date: 2021-10-17 01:34 am (UTC)A coward's decision. He could have fought alongside the other cities, but now Taravast doesn't have any allies. What does he think is going to happen before too much longer..?
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Date: 2021-10-17 03:04 am (UTC)[ It seemed clear to her that whatever peace Bonaccorso brokered could be discarded in an instant. There were a bit too many pieces crowding the board around this city.
There was concern written all over her face when she nudged her notebook closer to him so that he could keep reading and leaned to the side, her shoulder bumping his. Lily would never admit to being afraid, but she would admit to how unprepared she felt, should everything go to pot. ]
It doesn't look good. I'll start stockpiling healing potions tomorrow.