a necromancer's morning coffee

JORSEVAL Evening comes dark to this place but it's a dark place already, in fact Jorseval is quite fond of the shrouding mists and shadows that she walks through. Measured steps propel the angular creature through the fog and she pays no mind to the glow of eyes that follow her for now they’re only eyes and if they must watch then let them watch, she has no reason to fear them. She’s here to watch too. There is safety in concealment, opportunities to observe unhindered and that is why she has come. This is the source, or so she has been able to suss out, of the increased influx of foreigners. Change was the normal order of things in this strange land. With wild gods and regions that sprung from nothing and disappeared into the abyss, Jorseval has learned from a young age to expect the unexpected but she is always curious about new things. Gathering information, after all, is the only way to approach making decisions and these foreigners are a mystery to be studied. Plain, unnatural beings, she’s heard; drabcoats, godkillers, and she wants to know more. It is the “godkiller” moniker that disturbs her most. Death is the great equalizer, yes, but when it’s mortals killing gods? That’s breaking new ground that Jorseval is not yet sure should be broken. Gods here in the rift were wild, powerful, categorically “not to be fucked with”, and these if these mortals intended to upset the balance of power here, then that was a threat that needed to be dealt with. So here she was, to deal with it. Or perhaps better said to learn more, and then deal with it. She sets a slow pace, for caution’s sake and to keep her footfalls quite on the underbrush. The bony appendages of her wings are folded across her back so as not to catch but held unnaturally stiff to keep them from rattling against each other. So far Jorsaval has found no sign of more of the godkillers, but like the eyes keeping her company, she watches. "" there a precious few at ease with moral ambiguities

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Jory is a Native Riftian

Vanity Magic: Arcane runes around left eye and etched on wings glow green and emit black smoke when using magic
Transformation Magic: can shroud self in shadows to disappear
Offensive Magic: can summon undead minions to attack foes
Offensive Magic: ability to make wells of runes that trap enemies

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The shadows lean closer.

They brush, fondly, across your skin, but perhaps, they will take from you anyway. The Rift is unpredictable, and desperate. It is bleeding freely, magic pouring from its wounds.

the Rift
life between worlds

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Please link Jory's account to your OOC account, thank you! :D

[ ACCEPTANCE NOTES: JORSEVAL ]

Magic:
Transformation: Can turn hot pink.
Offensive: Can summon undead minions. The minions sing constantly, and they're quite good at it.
Offensive: Can create runewells on the ground; stepping into a well vaults you six feet into the air.

Vanity Magic:
Arcane runes around left eye and etched on wings glow green and emit black smoke when using magic.