The Necromancer peeled off her bloodied clothes. A shoulder was popped out of place, that **** was normal, for your average night out in the sewers. Most vampires went to the caverns and killed the bastards there, but not Nishaa. She liked to be in the sewers, trudging through the dirt, the slime and nasty smelling water to get to the Paladins, they needed to die – and she knew it was her duty as a Tytonidae member, and a vampire to kill them. She shot them, with her snazzy rifle that her favourite person in the world had gotten her for Christmas. If you paid enough attention to the Necromancer you’d see that she would often stroke the gun. Maybe sometimes call it precious, much like Golem would from Lord of the Rings.
The woman was a natural born thief, she loved to steal – she often collected items for trap making for Gramps, and Grandma. She’d dump them on them by the truckload, there would be some chems, parts, nuts and bolts, even those shiny little blocks Nishaa loved so much. Tonight though. After she had cleared herself up, and was making her way back down to the main floor of the Eyrie where everone conversed and traded she was looking at the forge with eager eyes . The orange glow of the fire illuminated the crafting bench – it was often the light she needed when she was hard at work making traps and gadgets. She had always looked at the damn thing with eager eyes, wanting to try her hand at using it.
Meandering her way over to the crafting bench. She picked up the hammer and placed a half crafted bear trap on the counter and began to hammer away. Dirt smudged at the woman’s cheek as she wiped away sweat, it tickled her skin as she exhaled dropping the hammer to turn around and look at the Forge once more. She took a step forward, then another. Her hands rested against the brick that surrounded it. The fire danced within her gaze, calling her – teasing her. She knew Blake worked the forge. She had often caught him working as she crossed the main area to the elevator.
One try at the forge wouldn’t hurt, right?
She picked up the tools she had seen Blake use and got to work, working the metal, warming it, cooling it – using old blades that been left there, probably Blakes. She didn’t know anyone else in the faction that would use it. After half an hour of dedicated hard work she had made something she didn’t know she was capable of making. A small dagger, light – and well balanced.
She held the blade up to examine it further. She was happy. She had made her first blade. Even if it happened to be a fluke, perhaps she could give it as a present. The smirk appeared on the vampires lips as she summoned Micah to her, something she knew she shouldn’t do all the time – the man had a wife, and they did things. The man appeared before her – fully clothed. (thank god.) Without hesitation she held the dagger out to him. The dirt still etched across her cheeks – sign of her hard work.
The woman was a natural born thief, she loved to steal – she often collected items for trap making for Gramps, and Grandma. She’d dump them on them by the truckload, there would be some chems, parts, nuts and bolts, even those shiny little blocks Nishaa loved so much. Tonight though. After she had cleared herself up, and was making her way back down to the main floor of the Eyrie where everone conversed and traded she was looking at the forge with eager eyes . The orange glow of the fire illuminated the crafting bench – it was often the light she needed when she was hard at work making traps and gadgets. She had always looked at the damn thing with eager eyes, wanting to try her hand at using it.
Meandering her way over to the crafting bench. She picked up the hammer and placed a half crafted bear trap on the counter and began to hammer away. Dirt smudged at the woman’s cheek as she wiped away sweat, it tickled her skin as she exhaled dropping the hammer to turn around and look at the Forge once more. She took a step forward, then another. Her hands rested against the brick that surrounded it. The fire danced within her gaze, calling her – teasing her. She knew Blake worked the forge. She had often caught him working as she crossed the main area to the elevator.
One try at the forge wouldn’t hurt, right?
She picked up the tools she had seen Blake use and got to work, working the metal, warming it, cooling it – using old blades that been left there, probably Blakes. She didn’t know anyone else in the faction that would use it. After half an hour of dedicated hard work she had made something she didn’t know she was capable of making. A small dagger, light – and well balanced.
She held the blade up to examine it further. She was happy. She had made her first blade. Even if it happened to be a fluke, perhaps she could give it as a present. The smirk appeared on the vampires lips as she summoned Micah to her, something she knew she shouldn’t do all the time – the man had a wife, and they did things. The man appeared before her – fully clothed. (thank god.) Without hesitation she held the dagger out to him. The dirt still etched across her cheeks – sign of her hard work.
