?IC: would it not be lonesome to have been the only survivor of your race had not fate permitted trolls from other situations.
CID: The outsider that they invoked was a tanar'ri-the same class of outsider that I draw my power from-and was more offended than anything.
CID: It used me to slaughter them, but given that I was then left in the middle of nowhere, I needed help to survive getting back home.
CID: So it taught me to raise the dead to protect me.
CRR: Well. You enjoy that. I think I'm going to take my leave.
CCA: "And you've been in use of it ever since."
CCL: ...
-- CURRENT recherceReconnaissance [CRR] stands up and walks out, rather quickly, taking their toolbox with them. --
CID: Yes.
CCC: ....
CID: The Tanar'ri left after that night but I never forgot the magic, so I sought to learn more. Since necromancy was the only sort I knew, that's what I developed for most of my life.
CCI: No. Thankfully, the... a13ilities I got following the explosion of my planet...~
CCI: Well, they included the facilities to create an entirely new planet.~
CID: Then, once I was of proper age, I was able to seek out a school, and then a warlock there to convince her to teach me more.
-- CURRENT irksomeApis [CIA] glances over and sighs, taking the music box out again. Same tune as before, hopefully. Nonetheless she still listens. --
CCA: "Ah... necromancy in our world is something only the voidsent and those cast into the deepest despair use."
CCA: "There was a story, recently...."
CCI: Though... that isn't to say I miss... certain people.~
?IC ceased responding to memo.
CCI: The ones I miss the most, I didn't meet on my home planet, however.~
CID: Voidsent?
CCA: "Ah, daemons and mindflayers and the like."
CIA: (Hmm~...)
CCL: Hmm...
CID: Ahh....
CID: Well, Tanar'ri is a class of demon.
CCA: "I... see."
CID: Specifically, my tanar'ri ancestor was a Marilith.
CID: If I so choose, I could assume a marilith's form, but it's a bit taxing.
CCA: "A marilith?"
CCL: ...
CID: Yes.
-- CURRENT comatoseIscariot's [CCI'S] conversational partner has disappeared. he reaches down and pinches the couch cushion, beginning to pull at it, plucking little bits of it off. --
CID: Unfortunately, I do not have the ability to flip to a page to show you. But I could assume the form if you wish.
CCA: "I do not wish to inconvenience you."
-- CURRENT infernalDisciple [CID] shrugs --
CID: I don't intend to fight tonight, so it's not much of an inconvenience.
CID: I suppose I could just describe it, but that's up to you.
CCA: "A description would be just fine."