Thread: True Calling (Atroxa x Effigy)

This whole thing was a very decisive move on Lilura's part, she was making a statement for her new guard, showing him exactly what she was capable of. Galathe's predecessor had seen her as nothing but a spoiled child who needed more discipline. She had poisoned him, and then Galathe had replaced him. Galathe hadn't seen her as so much a child, but a young woman, he'd been complacent for the most part, but of no real use to her. She needed some one she could use, some one who knew her for what she was and could even help her. Lilura had plans after all, grand plans, and she knew she couldn't do them on her own. She was a powerful sorceress, but she was still young and still building her strength. Already she was just as powerful as her mother had been when she had been killed, mostly because her mother hadn't been as dedicated as Lilura, she had practiced to keep the art alive. She'd passed on the knowledge to her daughter for much the same reason, but Lilura planned on using it. He was, but he was a fool as well, she answered Durihan weakly as he commented on her former guard's accusations before she let him help her up into the wagon and wrapped the bit of cloth from his sleeve around her hand. The horse was uneasy, eyes white rimmed with fear at the smell of death and the unnatural state of the dead bodes around them. He stayed calm though, following after the small horde of shambling corpses at a safe distance and eventually figuring out that they weren't going to attack him. Lilura sat quietly, feeling worn down and tired, using what was left of her strength to guide the zombies. Thankfully they were easy creatures to control. Even as her creations moved in on the inn, she sat quietly, watching and maintaining enough of a connection to keep pressing on them the single goal they had to achieve. Kill Willard. She could hear the people inside screaming and fighting, she'd never had her zombies kill anyone before, she'd only experimented with them a little, practiced, then released them, but she had just as much reaction to this as she had to Durihan killing Galathe. She knew she should feel some sort of guilt for killing these people, they were innocent in all this, but to her they were just collateral damage. It was true what they said, that it took a monster to create monsters. By the time the guards arrived, Willard was already dead, the half of his corpse that had escaped the building grabbing handfuls of grass to drag himself with. Lilura just watched the inn get closed up and set on fire, her creations dying in the blaze. This at least provided a cover for Galathe's death, he hadn't been a frequent patron at the inn, but he'd gone enough times for him being there tonight drinking to be an acceptable lie. He'd died there, either by the zombies or the blaze, she'd just need to have Durihan's room cleaned and do away with whatever servant was unlucky enough to draw that lot and it'd be done with. His question drew the girl's gaze back up to Durihan's face, giving him a small, tired smile and a soft huff of a laugh, Something like that, she answered quietly before she looked back ahead. So then, now you know why I was in the forest the other night, Lilura said, taking the jar back out of her sack and frowning at it's half empty state, And now I really need to go back, there are several things I need to make more of this. And it's not easy. She sighed and glanced into the forest, Not tonight though, I'm tired.