[center][color=red] " Nobody I know of survived the attack other than myself. Everything was compromised upon my arrival. As for myself, I cut my way through whomever was in my way until I made it out. I spent years in hiding practicing the Dark Arts, primarily Necromancy. Unfortunately, it is an law that those tied to one can not be resurrected, or it destroys the caster. As I've understood, it's part of an elaborate curse that I haven't further researched. Whilst I was making such progress in my studies, I was alerted to a chance at immortality. Conducting a very... costly ritual, I was able to immortalize myself when I was 23. After that... I had been captured in my sleep by cultists. Perhaps my newfound immortality and extravagant powers had called to them in some way. This body you see.. Results of their magic, and altercations with my own frame. I do not mind it. It was very strange to get used to, but I found myself liking it. Unfortunately the fools underestimated me. Set me as a overseer to a small army of slaves they'd acquired.  It didn't take too long before we overthrew them. " [/color][/center]


[Indent] He spoke calmly, pacing back towards the window near the door and staring out at the storm pouring down outside. His hands were behind his back in a rather formal fashion. His body was stiff, as if he was reporting to an officer in an army. Heaving a sigh, he turned to face her. He seemed to take more note of features at this time. [/Indent]


[center][color=red] " It takes a hell of a lot more than what I've had thrown at me to kill me. You shouldn't worry to much about that. As for you. You're cursed, I can tell. The dark energy is radiating off of you. It's the immortality, by the feeling. I can't say what or where it came from, but it is not anything that I can't fix. Presumably, to only kill the manifestation of the curse and then to re-implement a more.. tolerable version such as my own immortality. That is, if you're willing. " [/color][/center]

[Indent] He was aware it was an odd request, yet as a former member of her village, it was only customary to offer his aid out of respect. Whether she accepted it or not was up to her, yet he himself could not determine any true thoughts about her. After all, he was acting out of respect. He didn't know fuck-all about her. [/Indent]