Midday! The sun ablaze, searing with brightness!
but in that hall, it’s dark as night
hearths line the wall, fire flickers!
lightless, warmless flames!
like yellow ribbons eerily fluttering in windless cornersShe stands in this pale darkness
She doesn’t see far
but what she cannot see, she senses!
she feels! smells! hears!
Sorcery saturates within the air,
things dwell in the shadows of this room
beyond sight, out of touch!
Jealous things! forces that protect what she seeksThe yellow ribbon flames dim and the darkness condenses
it folds into a spot in front of her
taking the shape of a shadowed man
the necromancer she seeks!
She will do anything to pluck her family from the jaws of death
from the grip of plague and disease
but anything turns to everything when it comes to the necromancer!
A sacrifice she has prepared to face!
White hands, dark works
away from light, into darkness
whatever it takes
Stand fast, stay safe.