a tale of two necromancers

[tevinteraltus]

who; dorian pavus (tevinteraltus) and letha regis (burntbridges)
what; a chance meeting in the library of all places
where; The...library...
when; Today~ish
warnings; Uh...death maybe, at least the discussion of



When subjected to so many different cultures with so many various and sundried beliefs, errant fancies were to be expected, and when something caught Dorian's attention or piqued his curiosity, he looked into it, by the Maker, and so he was, browsing the bookshelves, keen olive eyes moving over spine after spine, his frown of disappointment and annoyance only deepening as he continued to read. He pulled one title from the shelf, reading aloud the title, "'Why the Left is Right - How Liberal Politics is the Answer to all the World's Problems'," he makes a disgusted sound which is followed quickly by the sound of...a book being tossed to the ground before another book is plucked from the shelf, "'False Facts - How the Liberal Media is Undermining Our Culture' oh, for Andraste's sake, is there not one book in this Maker-forsaken excuse for a library with information?"

The thick sound of another large tome being tossed aside is heard, and if one is looking, can be seen, at least in shadow, around the corner in the 'Multiversal Politics' area.

A third book is pulled from the shelf, it's title getting a cluck of amusement from the man, "'The Death of Democracy - Why We Should all Agree to Disagree and Move the Hell On.' Heh. Quite."

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[burntbridges]

She can tell that he's talking about a god of some sort, but she isn't about to argue that they don't exist and as a necromancer, he should know better. It's hardly the place for it.

"I would rather braid hair than be used to kill. And I would rather be a servant to a housewife than a tyrant. Under the care of a Regis necromancer, I know my body would be cared for well and kept safe. I know they would remember my name, and keep me company when I was not in use. If I were to choose between becoming someone's risen, or spending eternity in the Netherworld alone, I would hardly have to think."

At least she's taking this somewhat more seriously now. It's hard to resist setting up walls against such thoughts as her own eventual death.

[tevinteraltus]

"You assume these spirits were once the living." He still didn't turn back to her. "They are not." Though he did shake his head, looking over to her questioningly. "What is this Netherworld you speak of?"

[burntbridges]

"Your necromancy is very different from mine. I've never seen anything like what you made." She moves closer to him, picking off a book idly and skimming through it as she speaks. "Perhaps the spirits you use were never people, but the spirits I contact were and still are. They live in the Netherworld - the land of the dead. Is there not something like that, where you are from?"