In the Qalia Ruins
I am a Druid. I am one with nature, and an ally of the earth. I fight the corruption of the natural order and strive for balance. So why in the world do I hang out with a necromancer?
"Hurry up Toll! There's treasure waiting to be discovered!"
Lilly Shadebringer, the gnome necromancer, has been my friend for years, ever since we bumped into eachother in the desert. We've faced everything together, from rabid wolves to sand wyrms, but I still can't figure out why I stay with her.
I picked up my pace and brought myself along side her.
"Would you care to remind me why we're violating these ruins? Something more than treasure must be involved for you to rush to a focal point from the Breaking."
"Well," she replied shyly. "There's supposed to be a secret library in these ruins that housed the studies of a great necromancer."
"Why do I let you talk me into these things?"
"Because you love me," she said, putting on her biggest 'sweet little gnome' smile.
I let out a big sigh, and moved ahead. "Well, lets get this over with, this place gives me the creeps."
As we moved out into the next open room, portcullises shut over all the exits. The ground began to stir all over the room, and three sand beasts emerged. Not missing a beat, Lilly's golem ran over to one and procceded to smash it against the wall. I called upon the power of nature, and roots burst from the ground, ensnaring the second one in its place. Lilly had turned herself into a ghost and was blasting the third with dark energies. I charged my palms with lightning and electrocuted the one I had rooted, and it fell to the ground dead. The golem came back from the corner with his foes head in his mouth. Lilly had just finished hers off and walked up to us.
"C'mon," she jeered, and poked me in the ribs. "You can't tell me you didn't enjoy that."
"True," I replied. "But I don't have to say I did."
She chuckled, and walked over to one of the corpses. Her eyes began to glow, as she uttered dark words into the nether. The sand beast's body began to twitch, then spasm. Finally, it stood up, striped of it's free will. A mindless minion to my necromancer friend. The whole thing sent a shiver down my spine.
"I'm never gonna get used to that." I said, trying to shake the willies from my body.
"You always say that," She responded with a huff, and continued through the door.
"And I'll keep saying it too!" I called after her, quickly following.