Samantha

[Slanke]

Hidden in the plane between, Samantha sat just outside the outpost guarding the Viridale forest. Avating, lurking. She had patience.
After a half day someone exited, headed toward the forest. Samantha smiled. A young elf female. So cute, so tender, she was beautiful.
The elf could not spot her, not many can. She followed her close to the Gnolls fort.
The moment the gnolls and goblins attacked, Samantha smiled wide "It will just be a moment before the elf would be badly wounded".
The elf slayed the small group that atacked her, but it had caused her bad wounds. Samantha kept her smile and appeared to the elf.
"Oh, I did not see you there. They hit hard."
Samantha slowly got closer. "Yes they do, dont them" she replied in a calm voice.
The elf thought help had arrived, she smiled back at Samantha.
"Mhh, you are a cute one, your skin will contain one o` my favorite spell". The elf smile vanished. Samantha made a gesture with her hand and the vampire she had created years ago appeared from the shadows and rushed the elf. She tried to flee, but was shortly overrun, wounded as she was she shortly fell. The Vampire started to feed on her blood, but Samantha grabbed him by the hair and raised him to his feet?s. "This one is for me."
The vampire looked in hatred at her, but he was her creation, her control over his mind was nothing he could fight. He had tried, but she always won. She did not let him feed for days the last time he tried to resist her will, so he backed off, guarding the area when she gently carved the skin off the elf?s back.
"So soft and smooth" she mumbled to herself "I must retreat to the Necropolis to turn it into spell pages.

Hours later she walked through the gates in the Necropolis. She had avoided the main roads, and taken a big way around Sundren city. She still had no spells to cast, but her new tome will soon be ready. She then would not have to hide in the shadows all the time.
"Something is wrong!" She could feel it. The gates were not guarded.
She entered the tomb. Someone had been there. The guards were all dead. She hurried up to the second floor. Guards dead everywhere.
Even the Banshee was slayed.
She slowly entered the inner sanctum. The once so great undeads guarding the place lay lifeless on the floor.
"Priest!" she shouted. "PRIEST!... NEREDNAL!" No response.
She touched her chest. The place her Banenite symbol used to be. It had been stolen together with her spell book. She cannot teleport to the Palace without it. She cannot enter the palace without it.
She hurried back down to the first floor. Two wounded zombies wandered. She ordered them to clean the place. They did not respond to her voice. "I said clean the corpses from the floor." They just continued wandering mindless around.
She went back to the gates, sat down on the bridge.
What had happened?"

[Slanke]

Entering the gates of the Necropolis, Samantha cursed.
She passed the zombies, only two of them were her creations. The rest was made by the necromancers inside. Entering the crypt she felt her own blood running down her leg, the cut was deep, but it did not hinder her to much.
She stormed toward the books in the shelf. A necromancer blocked her way; she frowned at him, making a move to push him away. The necromancer waved has finger at a blackguard and the blackguard came closer, blocking her way as well.
"We let you stay here for now, do not press our hospitality."
She did not say a word but headed to the pillows and sat down. She was badly wounded, she barely had escaped this new one that was hunting her. An air elemental. How had that fallen Paladin been able to get such an ally? It was clearly a very intelligent Elemental, but not smart enough to get her.
She looked towards the books and frowned to the Necromancer.
She took up 21 blank spell pages. The elf skin was perfectly made into pages.
The Demon skin she was to use for cover had entered Sundren but the "merchant" had tricked her, he had raised the price 20.000 gold.
Had it not been because she had used tens of thousands on scrolls on the fights against the evil people that chased her she would had the skin here right now.
Well, she knew what the "merchant" wanted. If she got it she would have the vantage point. She may even be able to force the price lower than his initial request. In that case she would quickly be able to fill the new tome with spells.
Oh yes. This would be a powerfull book.
She healed her wounds, the cuts from the last fight were deep but she felt no pain from them. Her skin was hard and dry and her flesh had a foul odor. She used a needle and some thread. She roughly sewed her skin together.
Now all she needed was some ink.
The blood of innocent!