NECRO STORY - cut scene

Tyrrae leaned back against the sheltering tree, safely out of sight of the two chattering maidens. They looked like pale shadows of other girls in another courtyard from a memory that could have been far away and long ago, but she was pretty sure it was last week. They chattered about possible mates as if they had the right to choose, and Tyrrae knew some did get that choice from weak parents, and worse, some girls took that choice from their parents, destroying the honor of generations of the family. And there were those males that took the choice from family, girl and honor, but they did not live long. Those girls were sent to the temple to make what life they could after. Often if a babe resulted, the mother herself would offer her in sacrifice, but anyone sent to the temple quickly learned how to prevent the issue from getting that far.

Foolish chatter. They were laughing loudly and showing emotions, ignorant of the dangers, explaining sentry locations and how to just stroll right by! Tyrrae thought for a moment about how easy it would be to slide by, taking a fine length of silk for a garotte and making short work of any sentry not vigilant... But she did not want to waste a corpse, and she was too uncertain of this new cavern and its dangers to feel secure enough to get her workings done to make the new slave. She controlled her anger with the thought that there are probably much more dangerous things than her out here.

Opening her mind and her eyes to that thought, she finally spotted the orc, not terribly far from her, intent on the chatter of the shining center of the clearing ahead. She smiled softly. What she needed was even more information, and more comfortable access to these pale shadows of women and their people. That orc may be one way. She felt in her pouch for a pinch of Grandfather's ashes, and carefully whispered the words that would animate a simalcrum with his spirit...  ¶ 2:37 PM