The Necromancer

The Necromancer

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"Who are are you? What do you do?" "I am Riveria, and as for what I do, that depends on who's asking, what they are asking for and how much they are willing to pay for it." *********** Riveria is the last of her kind. Well almost. She is the last of her kind that hasn't turned their backs on the mortal world and vowed to destroy everything within it. You see she is a Necromancer, but not the normal one that you hear in most stories. Her past is scarred thanks to the same people that she helps every day. It's thanks to them she is alone. Will she put aside her mistrust of those in the mortal world and trust Thorin and the rest of the company or will she forever be shrouded in the mistrust that the world around her created? That is if they even allow her on the quest. And survive long enough to ask her the questions without offending her.
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Warrior. Shadow. Ruthless. The freest of hearts and sharpest of tongues. A survivor in her own right. A human girl, born of the ancient blood of Númenor, raised by Elves. Meant for greatness, but honed on the black blood of Orcs. Léra Celebdraug is free, and not a single soul will ever change that. She writes her own fate. She chooses her own paths. No Man, Elf, nor Dwarf can stand in the way of what her heart truly desires. She wants to be feared. To be relentless. She wants the dark creatures of enemy forces to flee beneath her blade. She won't settle for shiny armor and a crown on her head. There will be blood before her freedom is ensured. Blood that runs black and red across her hands. The blood of Dwarves. Of Elves. Of Man. She will bring the world to its knees. And still she will keep up the fight.

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