A Grave Crisis

[*Mander]

Recently a strange looking Wight has been seen in the streets of sigil, dressed in luxurious clothing with an imperial symbol stitched onto it's shirt. This emissary respectfully approaches any formidable looking undead it encounters, claiming to be from a country called Geb which is populated almost entirely by their kind and is currently under siege by surrounding kingdoms. The wight offers great rewards to those it judges suitable, if only they would serve as mercenaries in the conflict. Those necromancers who carry the seeds of undeath within them (palemasters) would also be given this offer, if a little less eagerly.

[*Riddleofmind]

The necromancer Phelan listens to the wight's offer. Seeing an opportunity to increase his knowledge about undeath he offers his help.

He wears his undead graft proudly, his left hand just the first step to what he sees as perfection.

[*Midnight]

News of a Wight recruiting undead would of course reach the unliving ears of the dustmen. Emila would take it upon herself to approach the creature.

"What do you want?"

[*Trix]

The black haired woman Trixx with rather pale skin can not help but to out of curiousity stop and speak with the Wight.

"What a lovely dress. Always nice to see well dressed minions. What are you doing here in Sigil and what are your intensions?"

[*Krayt]

Icicles hanged as fangs from the cursed Knight. Foozen as tomb Guardian he stod enshrined in dark frost gripping his crystaline sword which steamed coldy in a haze of icy mist. The empty black eyesockets embered up as the Wight drew him nigh into a strong magenta sheen, even the reddish colour was cold. Long White glistening hair fell out of his helmet which had is visor pulled up. His Armour once lavishedly decorated as the imperial envoy now was but no more blackened and bleaked. The Wight of course knew exactly what he was. Without a single motion the Knight proclaimed with a magically born chilling revibrant voice. :

"So pledges Knight Defiant of the Athar. Champion of the Grey Vizier. First Sword of the of Bleak Utopia, Bearer of the Yelding Dsbeliever's Ensign. To champion thee and thy realm until siege art broken."

[*Mander]

The emissary would be ecstatic to encounter two powerful vampires, a rare death knight, and a learned necromancer so soon, and tells them of the situation in Geb. A theocratic kingdom named Lastwall had recently declared the latest of a series of shining crusades against the undead nation, but this time had formed a coalition with other nearby countries to put them down. Before the legions of Geb had been able to fend off the attacks, but this time the overwhelming numbers meant they would need help wherever they could find it against the invasion of the living. A portal had recently opened in the skeleton tended farmlands nearby, and it had been sent through once the exit point in a grand city had been identified. The Blood Lords will grant boons or rewards to any arisen who would come to their homeland's aid, it offers.

[*Mander]

///aiming to run this on sunday, would that be all right for everyone?

[*LiquidDreamer]

//too late for signups?

[*Mander]

///Still open for more, would like to get some good times to run it for people tho.

[*Midnight]

Can do anytime tomorrow as long as it is not really late, but most Sunday's and in the week it will have to be early for me.