Kriela Undt, Grave Tales and Grey Deeds

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She glances to him, her hood hiding most of her expression. She speaks in a dull, flat tone, leaning on her staff as she does so

You see, I made a pact some time ago... A pact... perhaps pact is the wrong word...

I began my experiments many years ago, under my late master in Waterdeep. He was a very intelligent man, such was never in dispute- a gifted mage. Alas, he was damnably weak-willed and lacked any sort of ambition, something which pained me through the years I knew him.

She pauses for a moment before moving the subject on. I lost my family many years previously. My mother, I lost to a plague. My father, a militia-man, his left arm and leg severed, both- he lost too much blood. Forced onto the streets, my older sister starved to death. My younger brother? I had always assumed he had drowned- he had a habit of playing near the water, but I never investigated... Needless to say, I survived, of course. I was taken in by my master; at the age of twelve- he saw something in me...

She takes a deep breath, shifting her weight before beginning once more. For many years... pausing to correct herself... my early years, I spent them watching the limitations on these vessels we possess. Our bodies- our sacks of flesh, bone and blood- they are invariably weak. Many will attempt to deny this, but I see the truth. Her eyes flash, her tone becoming more enthusiastic: But therein lies the solution also!

Body augmentation my dear... To find a way to become more than mortal

She lowers her hood slowly and uses her bony left index finger to point towards her left eye. The eye itself is a dull grey with slightly yellowed whites. You see my dear, these eyes ,are not human. They can pierce the darkness without issue. I took them from the corpse of a dwarf. I tested them, augmented them, replenished them...

She pauses for a while, pacing the dark, room, wading through the small pools of water on the floor. She pulls her hood back up, her face disappearing into the shadows once more. As I began to watch my master die, an anger grew within me. I wasn't satisfied that he had taught me all he knew. And this, I began to contemplate on... She licks her lips... All of that wasted knowledge, that suffering, the pointlessness of it all! It's enough to drive one mad! But what if we had not one lifetime? Not two? Oh no! What if we could replenish our youth over, and over, and over...

It struck me that my path lay in mastering the arts of life and death. I would replenish this body, part at a time, understand the ways of the Lord of Bones... bargain with him...

You see how are paths are entwined then, my dear?

I am Kriela Undt- I do believe you've started a profitable friendship...