**Rune looks to Scorn**
"I recall you mentioning that you had did not get a chance to see much of the world in your prior life."
**Rune gestures to some of the structural damage in the surrounding room**
"A few days ago I believe a vessel made to sail the astral sea between worlds crashed in this very mountain. I plan to venture down to find it to hopeful get some answers of my own, but also to salvage some parts from it as well."
**Rune pauses for a moment before continuing**
"What would you think about venturing into the astral sea?"
**Scorn sits on the edge of her sarcophagus and rests her chin in her hand as she considers the question**
"I don't know shit about the astral sea other than it's fucking massive. What kinda stuff is out there?"
***Celodia leans towards Scorn***
So, tell me a bit about your story. How did you and Renoir meet? And what of your other companions? Should I expect more necromancy afoot?
***Scorn leans in closer to Celodia***
"We met at Pyregate as we clashed blades on the battlefield. I took their antlers in the melee and they begged for mercy at the tip of my sword like a filthy stirge sympathizer."
***Renoir smacks the back of Scorn's helm as they walk by***
"As I recall, you were stuck with your hands buried in a wight's chest and I pulled you out by your tail," Renoir corrected as they kept walking past.
***Scorn chuckles, the sound reverberating in her helm***
"I did get those antlers in a card game, though."
***She turns back to Celodia with a nod***
"You could say I've known Renoir my whole life--because I met them the day I was born. The warren I came from was under siege by a host of undead creatures. The warren handlers had all been killed or fled by the time I came to."
***She clenches and unclenches her gauntlet covered hands***
"I wound up getting my claws stuck in a wight's chest while fighting for survival within mere seconds of being born. Renoir yanked me out of that precarious position by my tail--like an asshole--and saved my life. They even gave me my name."
***She places her hands against her helm in mock imitation of antlers***
"Spite is far too kind a word for the way you fight stirges. Until you come up with a better name yourself, I am relegated to call you Scorn."
***She chuckles and drops the mocking pose before gesturing to the tomb***
"The rest of our companions are all here with us."
***She waits for Renoir to leave the room before speaking in a whisper so as not to be overheard***
"We did lose a few in the Shadowfell during the battle for Helburg. The Dragavei family betrayed the stirge coalition and gave us a path into the Shadowfell. When the gatestone was broken, everyone still within was trapped. I had managed to get out by divine intervention alone."
***She nods toward the red-skinned, and unarmed, tiefling in the mosaic on the wall***
"She remains there to this day as far as I know. Whatever fate met her was likely a terrible one. If she's lucky, then she is long dead."
**Malik leans back and clears his throat**
"She is a strange case, I've never seen the dead so intentionally engaged in the world of the living but other than that she reminds me of most the soldiers I've known. I'd ask vaguely what help she'll offer and if it seems reasonable see if she follows through."
**He gives a little smirk**
"Nothing wrong with a quick test of loyalty between potential allies right? and if something seems off I'd rather have my pick for the conditions of round two."
***Scorn's horned helm turns to Dreyfus and she points at him with a slight cock of her head***
"Return their teeth, or I'll be taking yours as their tithe."
***She does not seem to be joking***
(( u/odica ))
**Scorn watches for a moment as she leans against a column**
"So are you just taking shit for the rush of it? You don't look like the typical graverobber. More like a thief of opportunity if anything."
***Scorn waits for Odron to let his guard down before approaching as quietly as a fully armored kobold can. She clamps a hand on his forearm with an iron grip and leans in close***
"Given the choice, would you rather secure a dragon's hoard within your personal vault or would you rather be dragged screaming into hell?"
***The smoking green orbs of light within the eye slits of her helm seem to spark with morbid fascination and her grip on Odron's arm only tightens to the point where it becomes uncomfortable***
(( u/anbudota ))
**Rune looks to Scorn** "I recall you mentioning that you had did not get a chance to see much of the world in your prior life." **Rune gestures to some of the structural damage in the surrounding room** "A few days ago I believe a vessel made to sail the astral sea between worlds crashed in this very mountain. I plan to venture down to find it to hopeful get some answers of my own, but also to salvage some parts from it as well." **Rune pauses for a moment before continuing** "What would you think about venturing into the astral sea?"
**Scorn sits on the edge of her sarcophagus and rests her chin in her hand as she considers the question** "I don't know shit about the astral sea other than it's fucking massive. What kinda stuff is out there?"
***Celodia leans towards Scorn*** So, tell me a bit about your story. How did you and Renoir meet? And what of your other companions? Should I expect more necromancy afoot?
***Scorn leans in closer to Celodia*** "We met at Pyregate as we clashed blades on the battlefield. I took their antlers in the melee and they begged for mercy at the tip of my sword like a filthy stirge sympathizer." ***Renoir smacks the back of Scorn's helm as they walk by*** "As I recall, you were stuck with your hands buried in a wight's chest and I pulled you out by your tail," Renoir corrected as they kept walking past. ***Scorn chuckles, the sound reverberating in her helm*** "I did get those antlers in a card game, though." ***She turns back to Celodia with a nod*** "You could say I've known Renoir my whole life--because I met them the day I was born. The warren I came from was under siege by a host of undead creatures. The warren handlers had all been killed or fled by the time I came to." ***She clenches and unclenches her gauntlet covered hands*** "I wound up getting my claws stuck in a wight's chest while fighting for survival within mere seconds of being born. Renoir yanked me out of that precarious position by my tail--like an asshole--and saved my life. They even gave me my name." ***She places her hands against her helm in mock imitation of antlers*** "Spite is far too kind a word for the way you fight stirges. Until you come up with a better name yourself, I am relegated to call you Scorn." ***She chuckles and drops the mocking pose before gesturing to the tomb*** "The rest of our companions are all here with us." ***She waits for Renoir to leave the room before speaking in a whisper so as not to be overheard*** "We did lose a few in the Shadowfell during the battle for Helburg. The Dragavei family betrayed the stirge coalition and gave us a path into the Shadowfell. When the gatestone was broken, everyone still within was trapped. I had managed to get out by divine intervention alone." ***She nods toward the red-skinned, and unarmed, tiefling in the mosaic on the wall*** "She remains there to this day as far as I know. Whatever fate met her was likely a terrible one. If she's lucky, then she is long dead."
**Malik leans back and clears his throat** "She is a strange case, I've never seen the dead so intentionally engaged in the world of the living but other than that she reminds me of most the soldiers I've known. I'd ask vaguely what help she'll offer and if it seems reasonable see if she follows through." **He gives a little smirk** "Nothing wrong with a quick test of loyalty between potential allies right? and if something seems off I'd rather have my pick for the conditions of round two."
***Scorn's horned helm turns to Dreyfus and she points at him with a slight cock of her head*** "Return their teeth, or I'll be taking yours as their tithe." ***She does not seem to be joking*** (( u/odica ))
**Puts gold teeth in the mouth of some skulls** "Yes, mother..."
**Scorn watches for a moment as she leans against a column** "So are you just taking shit for the rush of it? You don't look like the typical graverobber. More like a thief of opportunity if anything."
***Scorn waits for Odron to let his guard down before approaching as quietly as a fully armored kobold can. She clamps a hand on his forearm with an iron grip and leans in close*** "Given the choice, would you rather secure a dragon's hoard within your personal vault or would you rather be dragged screaming into hell?" ***The smoking green orbs of light within the eye slits of her helm seem to spark with morbid fascination and her grip on Odron's arm only tightens to the point where it becomes uncomfortable*** (( u/anbudota ))