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First Name: Miz'ri
Last Name: N/A
Appearance: Miz'ri stands just under five and a half feet, her body resembling a human more than a Drow. Her skin is dark, but more gray than black. Long white hair and eyes that shine like brilliant amethysts. Scars are visible scattered across her body from a youth at the hands of bored Drow. The most noticeable of which is a long scar that runs from her right temple down her face to her jaw bone. Despite her scarring and tainted heritage, Miz'ri is beautiful even when compared to Drow. She dons a mithral mask when she is able to hide her facial features.
Race: Half Drow
Age: 17 years
Height 5'4"
Weight: 122 pounds
Eyes: Violet
Hair: White
Facial Hair Style: N/A
Personality Profile: Avoids Drow when possible, but reverts to the "training" of her youth when needed. Extremely subservient to Drow, male and female alike, while proud and outspoken to other races.
General Health: Good
Deity: None
Initial Alignment: Neutral Evil
Profession: Servant/ Former Slave
Base Class & Proposed Development: Warlock (Warlock 30)
Habits/Hobbies: Avoids Drow, if possible, and enjoys exploring with other Underdark denizens
Languages: Drow, Dwarven, Goblin, Common, Undercommon
Weapon of Choice: Elven Longsword
Background: Miz'ri grew up a slave for one of the Great Houses of Ched Nasad. She escaped with the help of a group of mercenaries outside the Netherese ruins near Sshamath.
Goals: Practice her newly formed powers, find allies and friends, escape to the surface that she had heard so much about growing up
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Drow from Ched Nasad come looking for Miz'ri and the mercenaries that helped her escape, Drow from Sshamath attempt to enslave Miz'ri, an anti-slavery group forms in Sshamath and tries to recruit for there cause
Miz'ri, Halfbreed from Ched Nasad
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crimsonrain15
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crimsonrain15
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Re: Miz'ri, Halfbreed from Ched Nasad
Darkness filled the rooms of House DeVir's stronghold in Ched Nasad. House DeVir would soon be one of the ruling houses for Ched Nasad. They possessed hundreds of soldiers, thousands of slaves, and had a dozen priestesses dedicated to the Spiderqueen. Rilrae DeVir became the matron of House DeVir after the DeVir defeat in Menzoberranzan, and since the fall, she has pushed the family to great heights. Her son, Valas, became Headmaster of Sorcere, and her daughters brought an endless line of slaves and goods from the Underdark. Thirza DeVir, Matron Rilrae's eldest daughter, even led a raid to the surface where she brought great honor to her family after House DeVir's destruction. Along with DeVir's honors, Thirza brought humans, halflings, gnomes, and various other creatures from the surface back with her. The new slaves were tortured, raped, and even killed for the fun of there Drow captors. A year after the "Great Raid," as House DeVir began to call the journey to the surface, one of the slaves gave birth to twins. She named them Davic and Melodie.
Fifteen years after the birth of the twins, the slaves banded together to try and overthrow there overlords. Scores of Drow fell to the poorly trained, poorly equipped slaves, but for every Drow defeated in combat, ten or twelve slaves perished. Of these slaves, Davic was cut down by several Drow warriors, and even after his lifeblood was cool against the stone, they continued to butcher him. Melodie wept. Weeks passed before strength returned to the lonely orphan. Unlike other Drow, Thirza was intrigued with Melodie and her half Drow heritage. She had Melodie learn the Drow tongue and much of there culture. Less a slave and more a servant, Thirza began to call Melodie Miz'ri. "It's more fitting for my personal servant," the Drow would say. Melodie had no illusions, however. She new the truth. She new she was a slave and nothing more.
Two years later, when Miz'ri was seventeen, Thirza led an expedition south chasing rumors of a great artifact in a long forgotten Netherese complex. Valas, along with a hundred of House DeVir's soldiers marched for the ruins. They were accompanied by a score of mercenaries and slaves. Even the other great Houses sent men in hopes that they would retrieve some lost artifact as well. The journey went quick with the assistance of Valas's formidable magic behind them. Once outside the ruins, however, the Drow turned on one another. Arabani and Kenefin soldiers turned on DeVir soldiers. The mercenaries armed the slaves in hopes that they would escape back to Ched Nasad or nearby Sshamath. In the company of three duerger and an Imaskari wizard, Miz'ri was wisked away. Once the fighting could no longer be heard, the group stopped to rest. They all knew that the Drow would be upon them quickly once the infighting halted, if they cared enough to come looking for three gray dwarves, an Imaskari, and a half blood Drow.
The group was halted by Sshamath's guards forty-six hours later.
Fifteen years after the birth of the twins, the slaves banded together to try and overthrow there overlords. Scores of Drow fell to the poorly trained, poorly equipped slaves, but for every Drow defeated in combat, ten or twelve slaves perished. Of these slaves, Davic was cut down by several Drow warriors, and even after his lifeblood was cool against the stone, they continued to butcher him. Melodie wept. Weeks passed before strength returned to the lonely orphan. Unlike other Drow, Thirza was intrigued with Melodie and her half Drow heritage. She had Melodie learn the Drow tongue and much of there culture. Less a slave and more a servant, Thirza began to call Melodie Miz'ri. "It's more fitting for my personal servant," the Drow would say. Melodie had no illusions, however. She new the truth. She new she was a slave and nothing more.
Two years later, when Miz'ri was seventeen, Thirza led an expedition south chasing rumors of a great artifact in a long forgotten Netherese complex. Valas, along with a hundred of House DeVir's soldiers marched for the ruins. They were accompanied by a score of mercenaries and slaves. Even the other great Houses sent men in hopes that they would retrieve some lost artifact as well. The journey went quick with the assistance of Valas's formidable magic behind them. Once outside the ruins, however, the Drow turned on one another. Arabani and Kenefin soldiers turned on DeVir soldiers. The mercenaries armed the slaves in hopes that they would escape back to Ched Nasad or nearby Sshamath. In the company of three duerger and an Imaskari wizard, Miz'ri was wisked away. Once the fighting could no longer be heard, the group stopped to rest. They all knew that the Drow would be upon them quickly once the infighting halted, if they cared enough to come looking for three gray dwarves, an Imaskari, and a half blood Drow.
The group was halted by Sshamath's guards forty-six hours later.
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Re: Miz'ri, Halfbreed from Ched Nasad
The deurger mercenaries left Miz'ri at Gloura's Inn to fend for herself, but at least they left her a little gold and paid for her room for a tenday. As she sat in her room pondering her predicament, she noticed a dusty tome hiding partially under her bed. She picked it up and turned a couple of the pages. It was written in a dialect of Drow that she had difficulties understanding, but after hours of study and deciphering, she learned that it was a guide for trading servitude for power. A guide to power. After reading a few pages, her curiosity of how the book came to her soon passed as she was more interested on the rituals that sat before her. She looked at the gold she was left and scribbled down the ingredients she would need before she headed towards the market.
She searched the market square outside Gloura's Inn, and bit by bit, she gathered the materials needed to summon her servitor. She thought to herself, "I was a slave to the Drow for seventeen years, I can serve one that will grant me the power to protect myself." She was smiling when a duerger stopped her.
"My pardons, but could you help me?" She studied the dwarf a moment. "I need someone to run back to the Darkspire to fetch me ore so I can complete me order." He looked around the square as if searching for something. "Me servant seems to have disappeared. I will compensate you for the work, of course." She nodded and headed off in the direction the deurger had indicated.
Several deurger worked diligently outside a large stalagmite. It must be the Darkspire, she reasoned. She informed those outside of her errand and they suspiciously waved her inside. Several miners were loading carts as smiths worked on there wares at a nearby forge. A deurger was sleeping next to a loaded wheelbarrow. He slowly looked up as she approached.
"Excuse me, dwarf, I need some ore for the smith in the market." The dwarf jumped to his feet and looked about nervously.
"I will help ye." He managed to say after a few moments as he began to push his wheelbarrow. Miz'ri followed closely as the deurger pushed his load straight for the market. Once they were back with the smith, the dwarf helper her lowered his gaze. "I have returned with your ores, master."
The smith back handed the dwarf, "Get out of my sight, you worthless lump of flesh." His servant back pedalled and ran back towards the Darkspire. The smith then looked to Miz'ri and picked up a sword from a nearby rack. "Here, girl. This blade is a real piece of work. You will be needing it here." She accepted the fine curved blade and returned to her room.
Miz'ri layed her new sword on her bed and the components for the ritual on a desk in the corner. She studied the ritual for hours before she was confident that she would not muss it up. After all, it was a demon that she would be calling. She moved all the furniture to one side and drew the runes on the floor. Once she was finished, she went to sleep with her arms wrapped around her new sword. Hours passed before she woke, and after she ate, she returned to her room and began the chant. When the ritual called for blood, she ran her hand across the blade of her sword and smeared blood across the circle. An intense heat filled the room and shadows danced as a fire formed at the center of the circle. The runes danced across the floor and walls as a dark voice came to her. "Speak, child. What is it you want from me?"
The young half Drow, shaken with fear, forced herself to say, "I wish for the power to protect myself and to destroy my enemies."
The heat grew and the voice spoke softly in her ears, "Done, girl. I will come for you when the time comes." With that, the fire extinguished, the heat disappated, and the room returned to normal. A few moments passed, and Miz'ri felt no different. She stood and belted her sword to her belt, then she fell over from a sudden exhaustion.
She searched the market square outside Gloura's Inn, and bit by bit, she gathered the materials needed to summon her servitor. She thought to herself, "I was a slave to the Drow for seventeen years, I can serve one that will grant me the power to protect myself." She was smiling when a duerger stopped her.
"My pardons, but could you help me?" She studied the dwarf a moment. "I need someone to run back to the Darkspire to fetch me ore so I can complete me order." He looked around the square as if searching for something. "Me servant seems to have disappeared. I will compensate you for the work, of course." She nodded and headed off in the direction the deurger had indicated.
Several deurger worked diligently outside a large stalagmite. It must be the Darkspire, she reasoned. She informed those outside of her errand and they suspiciously waved her inside. Several miners were loading carts as smiths worked on there wares at a nearby forge. A deurger was sleeping next to a loaded wheelbarrow. He slowly looked up as she approached.
"Excuse me, dwarf, I need some ore for the smith in the market." The dwarf jumped to his feet and looked about nervously.
"I will help ye." He managed to say after a few moments as he began to push his wheelbarrow. Miz'ri followed closely as the deurger pushed his load straight for the market. Once they were back with the smith, the dwarf helper her lowered his gaze. "I have returned with your ores, master."
The smith back handed the dwarf, "Get out of my sight, you worthless lump of flesh." His servant back pedalled and ran back towards the Darkspire. The smith then looked to Miz'ri and picked up a sword from a nearby rack. "Here, girl. This blade is a real piece of work. You will be needing it here." She accepted the fine curved blade and returned to her room.
Miz'ri layed her new sword on her bed and the components for the ritual on a desk in the corner. She studied the ritual for hours before she was confident that she would not muss it up. After all, it was a demon that she would be calling. She moved all the furniture to one side and drew the runes on the floor. Once she was finished, she went to sleep with her arms wrapped around her new sword. Hours passed before she woke, and after she ate, she returned to her room and began the chant. When the ritual called for blood, she ran her hand across the blade of her sword and smeared blood across the circle. An intense heat filled the room and shadows danced as a fire formed at the center of the circle. The runes danced across the floor and walls as a dark voice came to her. "Speak, child. What is it you want from me?"
The young half Drow, shaken with fear, forced herself to say, "I wish for the power to protect myself and to destroy my enemies."
The heat grew and the voice spoke softly in her ears, "Done, girl. I will come for you when the time comes." With that, the fire extinguished, the heat disappated, and the room returned to normal. A few moments passed, and Miz'ri felt no different. She stood and belted her sword to her belt, then she fell over from a sudden exhaustion.
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Re: Miz'ri, Halfbreed from Ched Nasad
Miz'ri sat at Gloura's bar sipping a hot firewine when the a Sshamath guard entered. He looked around and saw Miz'ri with her fine sword on her hip. "Masked one," he called out. She turned to face him, and once she noticed he was Drow, avoided eye contact. "We have some work if you are interested."
The half Drow shrugged her shoulders and put a few coins on the bar before she stood. "Shall we go outside? I'm sure the other patrons don't want to hear about petty errands." The guardsman nodded and led the woman outside. "Now, what is this task you have for me?"
The guard began to walk towards the giant stalagmite that led out of the city and Miz'ri walked next to him, easily keeping pace with her longer stride. "The slaves have turned against there masters and are hiding in some nearby caverns. The city of Sshamath is paying to have the rebels put down. Others are already there, but we want to ensure every last one is killed." Miz'ri forced her expression under her mask to remain neutral. It was not long before the two were in the caves outside Sshamath. "The goblins are in the southern caverns. Deal with them and all will be rewarded." Miz'ri nodded and began the long march towards the southern caves.
The caves wound like a maze, but Miz'ri knew the route. She had visited the same caves a week earlier when she was exploring the area around the city. A noise found the girl's ears from around the next bend in the tunnel, and cautiously, Miz'ri approached with her sword drawn. She stumbled upon a human fumbling with a map. She looked him up and down a moment before asking, "Are you lost, human?"
Without ever looking up from his map, "Why yes, it seems I am, but then again, what else is new? I always seem to be lost or forgetting something, or maybe even forgetting I am lost."
Another man joined the scene without Miz'ri being aware. He crept upon them silently, and from behind her, spoke out, "Is there a problem?" Miz'ri turned abruptly, surprised, and found the wild Drow covered in animal pelts that were foreign even to her. "If you are lost, human, perhaps I can show you your way?"
The wizard looked up from his map and studied the Drow and girl. "That would be grand, my friends, I am looking for, well, I'm not sure what I'm looking for to tell the truth."
Suddenly another voice shouted from the darkness as a female Drow approached from the other end of the tunnels. The direction Miz'ri was headed. "What is all this commotion?"
Miz'ri's eyes shot to the ground instictively, "This human was lost and we were sending him on his way, jabbress."
"Is that so?" the woman looked from the human and to the ranger. "Then send him, I tire of seeing this rivvel." Miz'ri nodded and swatted the man on the behind with the flat of her blade. He looked at the group quizzically a moment, before the woman shouted in Undercommon. "Run, human! Before she uses the edge to empty your belly!"
The man jumped and began to run towards the southern tunnels, "You don't have to tell me twice! Thank you for this kindness!" And before he finished his sentence, he was gone.
The ranger shook his head, "My apologies, jallil, but I need that man to aid me in a task." He too darted after the southern tunnels.
The female Drow studied the half Drow. "There is quite the traffic to the southern tunnels this cycle. What buisiness do you have there?"
Miz'ri stared at the ground, "The city of Sshamath has requested that the slaves be dealt with, jabbress."
"Look at me!" The Drow shouted angrily. Miz'ri's eyes snapped up to stare into the Drow's face.
"As you command, jabbress."
The Drow shook her head. "You are not my thrall, girl, you will address me as Lady Mitheera." Miz'ri nodded. "Walk with me, girl." Miz'ri followed Mitheera as she walked towards the southern caves. "Tell me, half blood, what will one more sword do to quell this rebellion? I will not stop you, of course, but perhaps you would rather help drive pests from our mushroom grove instead?" Before Miz'ri could decide or answer, Mitheera turned and headed for the city. Miz'ri stood in silence for a long moment before she returned her sword to her hip and marched in the opposite direction.
The mushroom grove was littered with pesky beetles eating the mushrooms. As she began to cut them down with her fine blade, she noticed movement in the corner of her eye. A dozen myconid, the mushroom men of the grove, were charging at her. She sliced through the soft mushroom cap of one's head as the others engaged her. They knocked her from her feet, but with an almost elven grace, rolled and caught her footing a few paces back. She sheathed her sword and dashed for a nearby cave opening. Several moments of pursuit passed as she navigated the twisting tunnel within the grove.
Miz'ri turned a corner and nearly barrelled into a deep gnome and his Drow master. With the myconids close behind her, she drew her sword and held it in both hands. The Drow looked at her curiously just as nine of the mushroom men appeared from around the bend. The gnome, without warning, collided with the mushrooms. The Drow leveled her large crossbow and fired right through a myconid. One made it past the gnome's fists, but the half Drow made easy work of the creature. Within seconds there was a pile of pulverized mushrooms. The woman studied the half Drow, and with disgust, said, "Give me one reason why I should not kill you, rivvel?"
The half Drow lowered her gaze, "I am merely a servant, jabbress, and I can serve you if you wish it."
A faint smile played across the Drow's lips. "I am faern Escharchia, and this is my pet. You are lucky, my dear, that you serve me and not some jaluk. You are rather beautiful, for a rivvel." She then turned and continued down the tunnel. "Come, rothe. We still have some mushrooms to gather."
The half Drow shrugged her shoulders and put a few coins on the bar before she stood. "Shall we go outside? I'm sure the other patrons don't want to hear about petty errands." The guardsman nodded and led the woman outside. "Now, what is this task you have for me?"
The guard began to walk towards the giant stalagmite that led out of the city and Miz'ri walked next to him, easily keeping pace with her longer stride. "The slaves have turned against there masters and are hiding in some nearby caverns. The city of Sshamath is paying to have the rebels put down. Others are already there, but we want to ensure every last one is killed." Miz'ri forced her expression under her mask to remain neutral. It was not long before the two were in the caves outside Sshamath. "The goblins are in the southern caverns. Deal with them and all will be rewarded." Miz'ri nodded and began the long march towards the southern caves.
The caves wound like a maze, but Miz'ri knew the route. She had visited the same caves a week earlier when she was exploring the area around the city. A noise found the girl's ears from around the next bend in the tunnel, and cautiously, Miz'ri approached with her sword drawn. She stumbled upon a human fumbling with a map. She looked him up and down a moment before asking, "Are you lost, human?"
Without ever looking up from his map, "Why yes, it seems I am, but then again, what else is new? I always seem to be lost or forgetting something, or maybe even forgetting I am lost."
Another man joined the scene without Miz'ri being aware. He crept upon them silently, and from behind her, spoke out, "Is there a problem?" Miz'ri turned abruptly, surprised, and found the wild Drow covered in animal pelts that were foreign even to her. "If you are lost, human, perhaps I can show you your way?"
The wizard looked up from his map and studied the Drow and girl. "That would be grand, my friends, I am looking for, well, I'm not sure what I'm looking for to tell the truth."
Suddenly another voice shouted from the darkness as a female Drow approached from the other end of the tunnels. The direction Miz'ri was headed. "What is all this commotion?"
Miz'ri's eyes shot to the ground instictively, "This human was lost and we were sending him on his way, jabbress."
"Is that so?" the woman looked from the human and to the ranger. "Then send him, I tire of seeing this rivvel." Miz'ri nodded and swatted the man on the behind with the flat of her blade. He looked at the group quizzically a moment, before the woman shouted in Undercommon. "Run, human! Before she uses the edge to empty your belly!"
The man jumped and began to run towards the southern tunnels, "You don't have to tell me twice! Thank you for this kindness!" And before he finished his sentence, he was gone.
The ranger shook his head, "My apologies, jallil, but I need that man to aid me in a task." He too darted after the southern tunnels.
The female Drow studied the half Drow. "There is quite the traffic to the southern tunnels this cycle. What buisiness do you have there?"
Miz'ri stared at the ground, "The city of Sshamath has requested that the slaves be dealt with, jabbress."
"Look at me!" The Drow shouted angrily. Miz'ri's eyes snapped up to stare into the Drow's face.
"As you command, jabbress."
The Drow shook her head. "You are not my thrall, girl, you will address me as Lady Mitheera." Miz'ri nodded. "Walk with me, girl." Miz'ri followed Mitheera as she walked towards the southern caves. "Tell me, half blood, what will one more sword do to quell this rebellion? I will not stop you, of course, but perhaps you would rather help drive pests from our mushroom grove instead?" Before Miz'ri could decide or answer, Mitheera turned and headed for the city. Miz'ri stood in silence for a long moment before she returned her sword to her hip and marched in the opposite direction.
The mushroom grove was littered with pesky beetles eating the mushrooms. As she began to cut them down with her fine blade, she noticed movement in the corner of her eye. A dozen myconid, the mushroom men of the grove, were charging at her. She sliced through the soft mushroom cap of one's head as the others engaged her. They knocked her from her feet, but with an almost elven grace, rolled and caught her footing a few paces back. She sheathed her sword and dashed for a nearby cave opening. Several moments of pursuit passed as she navigated the twisting tunnel within the grove.
Miz'ri turned a corner and nearly barrelled into a deep gnome and his Drow master. With the myconids close behind her, she drew her sword and held it in both hands. The Drow looked at her curiously just as nine of the mushroom men appeared from around the bend. The gnome, without warning, collided with the mushrooms. The Drow leveled her large crossbow and fired right through a myconid. One made it past the gnome's fists, but the half Drow made easy work of the creature. Within seconds there was a pile of pulverized mushrooms. The woman studied the half Drow, and with disgust, said, "Give me one reason why I should not kill you, rivvel?"
The half Drow lowered her gaze, "I am merely a servant, jabbress, and I can serve you if you wish it."
A faint smile played across the Drow's lips. "I am faern Escharchia, and this is my pet. You are lucky, my dear, that you serve me and not some jaluk. You are rather beautiful, for a rivvel." She then turned and continued down the tunnel. "Come, rothe. We still have some mushrooms to gather."
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Re: Miz'ri, Halfbreed from Ched Nasad
Miz'ri stood with her back to the cave wall overlooking the narrow rock bridge that crossed the river. She clutched her elven blade tightly in her right hand as she observed the pack of displacer beasts that she had followed from the tunnels outside Sshamath. The guards would pay her well to rid them of this particular menace. She leapt from the ledge, knocking one beast into the river. Two more rushed her, but her blade met them with a ferocity that equalled there own. Claws raked, mouths snapped, and tentacles whipped, but Miz'ri, using her rapidly developing powers, avoided the attacks with ease. The elven blade pierced one's neck as she kicked the other over the ledge. Seven more. She thought.
The half drow walked cautiously across the narrow bridge. Six sets of eyes watched her closely. As she stepped onto the opposite side of the river's bank, the remaining pack pounced. Miz'ri made quick work of the young displacer beasts, but she did not see the seventh member of the pack. She walked around a rock wall and stared at a smooth, worked surface. It was not familiar to her. The door was open and foul air seeped forth. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, but she pushed on regardless.
She stepped carefully through the old building. She looked through open doors as she passed, and it appeared to be some sort of tomb. The walls shuddered suddenly and Miz'ri froze. Something was coming, something huge. She pressed her body against the wall and closed her eyes. A dark prayer escaped her lips as she waited to be found. She felt something run by her, lightly brushing against her bossoms. Her grip tightened on her sword's soft hilt. Then it came. Slow and powerful, an enormous stone being made its way through the tomb. The walls moved away from the creature as it moved, and parts of the ceiling fell away behind it. It stopped directly in front of Miz'ri and what appeared to be its head moved slowly around until it stared right through Miz'ri.
Minutes later, the creature and those that came before it were gone. Miz'ri stepped away from the cracked and crumbling walls and looked on in awe. You grow stronger, girl. Soon, I may have need of you. A voice spoke to Miz'ri. She looked around startled, then dashed from the tombs.
The half drow walked cautiously across the narrow bridge. Six sets of eyes watched her closely. As she stepped onto the opposite side of the river's bank, the remaining pack pounced. Miz'ri made quick work of the young displacer beasts, but she did not see the seventh member of the pack. She walked around a rock wall and stared at a smooth, worked surface. It was not familiar to her. The door was open and foul air seeped forth. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, but she pushed on regardless.
She stepped carefully through the old building. She looked through open doors as she passed, and it appeared to be some sort of tomb. The walls shuddered suddenly and Miz'ri froze. Something was coming, something huge. She pressed her body against the wall and closed her eyes. A dark prayer escaped her lips as she waited to be found. She felt something run by her, lightly brushing against her bossoms. Her grip tightened on her sword's soft hilt. Then it came. Slow and powerful, an enormous stone being made its way through the tomb. The walls moved away from the creature as it moved, and parts of the ceiling fell away behind it. It stopped directly in front of Miz'ri and what appeared to be its head moved slowly around until it stared right through Miz'ri.
Minutes later, the creature and those that came before it were gone. Miz'ri stepped away from the cracked and crumbling walls and looked on in awe. You grow stronger, girl. Soon, I may have need of you. A voice spoke to Miz'ri. She looked around startled, then dashed from the tombs.