Damar Family/Talia

The Third Invasion - Roleplay - June 4 -2007

News and rumors travel fast in Beluaterra. You only need a trader, a wandering mistrel, a bored mercenarie, or even the nobles of the land. And the last rumors reached Djembe. Talia was bored in the local tavern, finishing her soup in a quiet corner. She had destroyed a whole nest of stirges,a nd her muscles hurt for all that exersice. She keep drinking her hot soup when, among the back sound of the tavern, she heard it. In a nearrby table, two men, aparently traders, talked about something happening in the south.

"I tell you Jun, they serve a mighty necromancer. They are looking for the lost artifacts of his master"

"Dont lie to me Karl, few necromancers are left, and less the ones how had servants"

"I am not liying. They look for certain artifacts, and treathen anyone of oppose them. I see whit my own eyes how they wither away a hulk of a man how look for fight whit them. The warrior confronted them, and one of him, a thin cloaked figure raised his hand, and the man die, his meat more dry than an old bone"

"Oldwives tales Karl"

"I am serious Jun. The guy laught, and say something about making that to all the living things. He talk about a "glorious undead kingdom""

The spoon almost fell from Tali´s hand. "glorious undead kingdom", the same thing Blanc told to her when he endured his....metamorfosis, back in her dark days. The memory bringed the image of his diying eyes, and the undead fire burning behind them. A cold child make her tremble.She quickly finished her soup, get out of the tavern and ride her horse to the south. She was shure Blanc was there. Her vengance could be fulfilled. Her right by birth could come back to her. And all would be a reality whit the final death for Blanc.