Open Log Prompts

[necrosaint]

WHO: Harrowhark Nonagesimus & other people!
WHAT: Reposting my TDM because I came in so late; let's make new official game canon out of these perfectly decent TL prompts I already wrote.
WHEN: June 12 & 13
WHERE: Around the castle.

i. wandering

Some people are definitely finding that kidnapping is not an effective way to garner assistance, but none of those people are Harrowhark the First. She knows that is her name now because it has been used for her a couple of times (then rise, Harrowhark the First) but she is also frequently still introducing herself as Nonagesimus because she has not gotten used to being First. She has not been First for very long. But she is certain this is a task assigned to her as a Lyctor, that her coming into her necrosainthood has been given this duty.

It's too bad about the fact that her Lyctorhood now feels like it is miles away instead of settling into her skin. She may still be a necromancer, but this world has wrenched something from her. It pains her. It burns at her constantly, the way she knows she still could control bone with little but a twitch of a single neuron, but it also feels like it would make her very tired. But that man--Ambrose--told her it would come back, and she has little choice but to believe him, as she must hang her hopes on something.

So until then, she is wandering the halls looking a bit adrift, but not anywhere near as angry as some might be: a small slip of a girl-woman, just eighteen, with short hair, black robes over a black turtleneck and black pants, and a face painted like a skull.

ii. dining hall

This part doesn't work as well.

With all the fancy food in the world, Harrow is struggling to find things she can eat. She's managed a single corn muffin on her plate, and a cup of water, and is sitting at the table taking tiny little crumbs from the muffin (which is still too rich) and putting them in her mouth. She absolutely looks pathetic and like she doesn't know how food works.

iii. the library / study hall

The library is better.

The library is everything, in fact. It is all she's ever wanted besides to renew her House and become a Lyctor, and so in some ways, she now has everything she could ever ask for in the world except a way to return to the Ninth -- which she would not have had anyway (the way back is closed to you) and will have to live without at least until those rules can be finessed to suit her.

She is reading and reading, and will read until her eyes begin to bleed if she isn't stopped earlier. She researches that sign on her if she can (using the information she got from the hallway as a start), she researches the kingdom, she reads about the war. None of it is sticking until a second read--it is a flurry of excitement--it is a new world that needs her and because she is needed, she is going to learn.

The apprentice mages may find her a bit unpleasantly demanding ("Teach me that") but she does remember to add a please, and of course, she of two hundred (and only two hundred, now that she's seen her Gideon) souls shows aptitude, even if it is entirely the wrong kind of magic. The tiny flame in her hand that she can put out by closing her fist? She's smiling.

No one knows her, but if they did know her, they would know that smiling is not something Harrowhark does.

Comments

[petcromancer]

Why wouldn't they have been aiming for us? If there's to be a fight, there is no one better to raise an army than a couple of necromancers.

[It's an efficient system- lose soldiers, raise more. As the enemy gets weaker, the necromancer's side get stronger.]

At least, that is how it tends to work back home. I think it is no accident that we are 'honored guests'.