Necro Lord.

[Morphine]

The fire maiden cackled and slunk threw the waterfall her shawl clung to her flesh, making the burnt and horrid flesh all the more obviously disfigured looking. She smirked and left a large dusty treasure chest within the cave, a present for recognition of great power and ability and a reminder that the fire mother could see it all.

Inside the box was a mummified foal. A small note attached to the treasure chest said: With great power, comes great responsibility. Go with mercy and with Wisdom.

She slinked out of the waterfall being careful to not be seen and to leave the scene as she found it, just the wet hoofprints she left behind and the dragging of the veil a clue to her presence.

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Orpheus

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Orpheus did not seem to notice the growth of his powers, really. He had felt something recently, when he'd been sequestering himself away in his bone-cave, attempting to solve this whole... death problem, but he hadn't registered it as significant.

It probably would've continued that way ad infinitum were it not for one significant discovery, and it started with the discovery of wet hoof-prints, just barely covered with a sort of print that looked like some light cloth had been dragged over the mud atop them. This was a strange discovery, mostly because it was Orpheus to discover it-- usually nothing escaped the notice of Toast, who had decided to function as an impromptu sentry of sorts. Apparently three heads were better than one for a watch not-quite-dog.

The discovery soon lost it's magic, however, once Orphy followed it to the source and found... a box. He was almost certain he hadn't left that here, and certainly he hadn't attached a note to any of his boxes that cautioned wisdom. With a snort-- of course he would be wise, what else could he be?-- he nosed open the chest and found what only Orpheus could regard as a fantastic gift: a mummified foal.

"Poor dear." he said, his voice truly sympathetic. "You never got a chance to live." He paused for a moment, putting his nose close to the little corpse, and inhaling the distant smell of death: this dry, the small mummy only smelled like dust and age. "Perhaps I can fix that."

Concentrating and pooling his magic, he tried something that he had never yet succeeded: animating an equine corpse. It wasn't entirely an intentional decision-- more like a whim, and one he didn't expect would work. But this time, it felt different: the magic pooling around him was familiar but stronger than ever before, more like the successful attempts at raising birds then the failed attempts at raising horses.

The magic gathered, and reached it's zenith, and then went into the body of the foal, and then he found himself returning the empty-eyed gaze of the mummy, which had lifted it's head of it's own volition.

So surprised was he by the success of this venture that he didn't hold the connection, and the fragile magic-- which hadn't yet completely infused the little body-- snapped and dissipated, leaving the mummified foal still once more. The significance, however, was clear: he had risen an equine dead.

"This is... oh." he muttered to himself, eyes bright with the realization of success. "This is very promising." Very gently, he nudged the foal's body back into it's box in an attempt to make it as comfortable as he could, and said. "Perhaps I will be able to return life to you after all."

OOC| HOLY FUCK YES Orpheus has a zombie daughter omgsquee!

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