She is an ordinary human and presents a very slender and slight figure. Hers is an unimposing height, a diminutive four and a half feet; this small frame and meager stance give her a perpetually timid mien, an impression which is aided by her often-downcast gaze and her tiny, meek whisper of a voice. When one does get a look at her features, they are treated to a pair of rather large eyes, dark blue in color. The rest of her features are markedly feminine, but otherwise not of note - a small button of a nose and a mild little quirk of a mouth set in a round and gentle jaw and chin. Blonde hair of a very vibrant hue comes down the sides of her head, overtaking her ears and brushing the tops of her shoulders. Perhaps disappointingly, her lissom frame possesses only the minimum of feminine curves, possibly being too slender to support any greater endowment. She is wearing maidenly robes of lily white, a moonstone and garnet ring, some tawdry boots, a silver necklace with an onyx stone, a beryl sun ring, a knotwork hair pin bearing golden citrine roses and a sapphire phoenix necklace.
She is a menacing archlich orclach and is a towering
pinnacle of might, both muscle and height coming together in a soldier's
figure, straight backed and broad across the shoulders. She has a
practical mane of soot coloured hair that hangs down around her
shoulders, nearly covering her somewhat pointed ears. Her lovely face
with bright azure eyes, classical high cheekbones and a well-defined
jawline, is somewhat marred in beauty by a haunting glow of necromancy
in her eyes. Her once dull grey skin has been scoured and seemingly
burnished to an ashen silver free of any mark or defect, aside from a
number of long scars and nicks up her forearms and an ingrained coating
of soot and calluses on her hands. Across her shoulders and down the
sides of her ribs, litanies to Urlach have been delicately inked in
perfect lines and closed in with very plain scrollwork borders. She is
wearing the Bone Helm of Urlach, the Incandescent Bracers of Vernal
Might, the Holy Helm of Avechna, the Charm of the Clangoru, 4 etched
pearl rings, the Pearl Sandals of Vernal Haste, a dapper, grey-banded
black felt hat, a tangled bracelet of hemp and beryl, a ridiculous pig
nose, an etched garnet ring, a nacreous pearl thunderhead brooch, an
etched turquoise ring, a sapphire phoenix necklace, ancient fullplate
and a beryl sunshine bracelet.
Marcella tells you, "Do you feel that people still think your loyalties are to
Serenwilde, that they don't trust you? Is that why you're still so uncomfortable
You tell The Queen's Own Torturer, Marcella n'Lochli, "...That is...a p-part of it,
You tell The Queen's Own Torturer, Marcella n'Lochli, "M-more than anything,
I...e-everything is so different and...and all so f-frightening..."
A rousing beat sends shivers down your spine, its notes like the clacking of
Marcella tells you, "I want to give you the lichseed. The thing that would truly
assist in your efforts would be to be partially excorable yourself. I am skilled in
this. In fact, it will assist my ascension to Demigod."
A bone white nightmare paws the ground and shuffles about impatiently.
You see the following people here:
Esca, Arimisia, Marcella, Yoseph, Ashwill, Lillie.
You tell The Queen's Own Torturer, Marcella n'Lochli, "Y-you...you what?
Defensively raising your hands, you back away from this predicament slowly.
Yoseph smiles softly.
You tell The Queen's Own Torturer, Marcella n'Lochli, "I...i-if it is f-from you, I...I
m-might b-be...If it will help you, I..."
You have emoted: Lillie frets uneasily, wringing her hands and worrying upon
her lower lip at some private uncertainty.
You tell The Queen's Own Torturer, Marcella n'Lochli, "I s-said last month th-
that I was yours c-completely. I...remain so."
You hang your head sadly.
Marcella nods solemnly.
Brother Esca n'Lochli picks at his nails boredly.
Marcella closes her eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of her
Marcella exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from her lungs.
(Magnagora): Lavinya says, "I urge you to gather at the Megalith, citizens, and
bear witness to a ritual, wherein Lillie will prove her devotion by sacrificing her
body to the Demon Lords and embracing the glory of undeath for the first time."
You have emoted: Lillie seems quite interested in a nearby bit of ground - at
least, if the fixation of her eyes on it is any indication.
(Magnagora): Lavinya says, "It is good to support her in this momentous step, so
I encourage any of you who are free to bear witness."
You cringe pathetically.
[Fools Rush In, as Glenn Miller might say]
The Queen's Own Torturer, Marcella n'Lochli says, "A moment longer, for
Pectus jerks forward just as the air comes alive with swirling, multicoloured
Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says, "If anyone starts chattering with the
guards during the ritual, I will have their hands."
You have emoted: Lillie lifts her gaze to Marcella and takes a couple of steps
towards her, looking forlorn and despondent.
Nayl stares speculatively at Marcella.
Brother Esca n'Lochli says, "Why the hands? Wouldn't it be more effective to
take their tongue?"
Nayl's posture relaxes as the faint aura surrounding him drains away, those
loyal to him suddenly seeming slightly disappointed.
Nayl lets out a deep breath, and his presence seems to dwindle.
Lavinya tells you, "You do not look enthusiastic, is this what you wish to do?"
Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says to Esca, "No. I would slap them with
their own hands."
You tell Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion, "It is."
Brother Esca n'Lochli says, "Oh. Hah. I like that."
Seditionist Pectus n'Lochli, Devourer of Shards says, "I have seen her do it
Pectus quickly dusts herself off.
Lavinya's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
The Queen's Own Torturer, Marcella n'Lochli intones, "By the ancient glory of
Urlach's science, the Lost Art granted us by the Supreme Master, Luciphage, I
grant the lich seed to this form, that it may be impotent, the soul willing to forge
a new body of power, built and grown to defend the Engine of Transformation
and the Basin of Life against the predations of the Soulless Gods and those who
would grant them opportunity."
Pectus coughs softly.
Dark shadows flicker across Marcella's eyes as she places her hands upon your
chest. A distant, staring look consumes her eyes as you feel some dark power
racing along your skin where her hands rest.
Marcella gasps aloud in pain as a fiery darkness races into your chest, causing
you to spasm and shake. A cold, chill feeling settles against your heart, as
though challenging it to cease. After a moment Marcella removes her hands,
though the coldness that lurks within you remains.
You have emoted: Lillie staggers and clutches at her chest, her feet unsteadily
supporting her. She manages not to topple to the ground, barely.
(Clan): Marcella says, "Whatever, can't stop now."
Marcella ponders you thoughtfully, looking you up and down.
You have emoted: Lillie glances up at Marcella and nods shakily.
Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion gives you a barely perceptible nod of
Veldrin leaves to the east, emanating an aura of immense power.
Brother Esca n'Lochli crosses his arms over his chest and watches from the
The Queen's Own Torturer, Marcella n'Lochli says, "And by the mastery of the
Lost Art of Urlach, I offer the remaining resources of the weakened flesh to the
Demon Lords of Nil, to Empower them in their eternal struggle against
corruption and in their generous reward for those who serve them."
The ground shudders slightly as something shifts beneath the ground.
A repulsive taint wyrm with tattered feathered wings glares about with her
Marcella whispers something to a bone white nightmare.
A bone white nightmare seems to settle down.
Marcella's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Marcella begins to chant in a deep and baleful voice, and an iron cross rises up
from the ground before you. Vicious spikes slam into your flesh and nail you to
the cross. You scream in pain and agony as blood is splattered in all directions.
You bleed like a stuck pig upon the iron cross.
Marcella chants harshly at you, while cracking her knuckles loudly.
The flesh on your left leg shrivels to the bone.
You are afflicted with brokenleftleg.
The flesh on your right arm shrivels to the bone.
You are afflicted with brokenrightarm.
You suddenly perceive the vague outline of an aura of rebounding around
Marcella's aura of weapons rebounding disappears.
Marcella chants harshly at you, while cracking her knuckles loudly.
The flesh on your left arm shrivels to the bone.
You are afflicted with brokenleftarm.
The flesh on your right leg shrivels to the bone.
You are afflicted with brokenrightleg.
Marcella takes a long drag off her pipe.
Marcella looms over you and plunges her hands into your chest, ripping out
your heart. As the last drops of your life trickle away, you watch helplessly as
she offers up the bloody organ to the Demon Lords of Nil, and then laughs
ecstatically as monstrous dark shadows wrap around her.
You have been slain by Marcella.
You gasp with the realisation that Marcella has reached the level of Demigod.
Marcella's body glows briefly before exploding in a bright light.
Your body begins the process of transforming into a lich.
The powers of Nil are yours and you drink deeply of the darkness, transforming
into the powerful form of a lich.
Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged says, "So."
Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged says, "That'd been cooler."
Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged says, "If it wasn't Lillie."
"Huzzah!" Pectus shouts triumphantly.
Arimisia, riding Nalannur, Schnolf of the East, leaves to the north, emanating
an aura of immense power.
Rousing himself with a shake, Nalannur, Schnolf of the East leaves to the north
with a rumbling purr.
Brother Esca n'Lochli says, "It was symbolic."
Esca sniffs you, trying to decipher just what that smell emanating from you is.
Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged says, "I dunno."
(Magnagora): Leolamins says, "Congratulations Queen's Own."
Yoseph D'Cente says to Munsia, "All about the symbology."
Esca grunts noncommitally.
Grizzly Munsia D'Cente, The Sharp Fanged says, "I think there are better
Munsia waves her hand dismissively.
Seditionist Pectus n'Lochli, Devourer of Shards says, "She is in the Havens,
(Magnagora): Esca says, "Congratulations, ur'Marshall."
Lavinya d'Murani, Chosen of Legion says, "Two birds, one stone and all that."
Tesla leaves to the south.
An illithoid reaver inclines his head slightly in Tesla's direction.
Brother Esca n'Lochli says to you, "And welcome to the fold."
Brother Esca n'Lochli says to Pectus, "Huh."
You have emoted: Lillie stumbles unsteadily, whimpering and clutching at her
chest where the lich seed was originally imparted to her. She grits her teeth and
shakes her head, looking quite ill.
Esca peers at you unscrupulously.
Tesla arrives from the south.
Brother Esca n'Lochli says to Pectus, "I'm not sure she's handling it well."
Seditionist Pectus n'Lochli, Devourer of Shards says, "However.."
(Ebon Creations): Marcella says, "Feels like Evangelion."
Marcella sways back and forth.
Brother Esca n'Lochli says to Marcella, "Look at you now."
You have emoted: Lillie follows Esca's advice, lifting her eyes to gaze upon
Marcella in her new glory before barely managing to stumble her way down the
street, whimpering as if in pain.
The Necromentate's mind opens to you, and a grotesque, demonic figure appears in your mind's eye, screaming in torment:
"THE DEMON LORDS CAN NEVER TRULY BE KILLED - GREAT IS THEIR POWER."
You shock a platinum-coloured geomycus with tales of terror bestowed on villages who don't follow Magnagora.
A platinum-coloured geomycus slaps her knee and declares that, by the gods, Ptoma Hive should follow the Grand Empire of Magnagora after all!
Shouts rise up from Ptoma Hive, as its denizens loudly pledge themselves to the Grand Empire of Magnagora.