Lup isn't even thinking when she reaches out for the man, the moment their skin touches and she suddenly is seeing his past memories. Which is precisely why it takes her by surprise, her own memories slipping into his head just as easily.
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She's in a cave with a long, thick cloaked wrapped around her, the heavy hood pulled up, keeping Lup's face mostly shadowed even as the lights of her magic floated above lighting the way. Even with the cloak pulled tight, face half hidden, it's so easy to see the exhaustion against her sharp features, the sunken darkness beneath her eyes, the wrinkles from living in a constant state of worry lining her forehead. She's grasping something in her hands, something wrapped up in a cloth, just the barest shine of metal peeking out.
More than her tiredness, more than her worry, the guilt etched against her face looks like it's eating her alive.
Guiding her through the damp, winding cavern in a dwarf, long-bearded and a third of her height, Lup trailing after the man without a word, clinging whatever she's holding, peering every moment or so over her shoulder.
It took so much to finally have the relic in hand. There's no chance Lup is going to let it fall into anyone else's hands.
The pair travel in silence, down the winding paths, through ornate hallways, until finally they arrive in front large door, more complicated looking than the rest. The dwarf grumbles something under his breath, shifting his torch from one hand to another to press his hand against the door, which immediately swings open, revealing an enclosed vault, full of money and jewels and other precious family treasures.
But the dwarf steps back for Lup and waves a hand, speaking out in a gruff voice:]
Here it is. Nothin's gonna get through this door. [And as Lup sweeps forward to peer into the vault, the dwarf's voice dropping down to something darker.] Not a thing.
[And before Lup can react, he's pulling out a long, silver dagger and stabbing the elf right in the back, quickly wrestling the item she's been grasping from her hands, the cloth falling away to reveal a silver gauntlet. Lup stumbles from the attack, gasping out in pain, but before she falls, she casts a spell to sweep both the dwarf and the gauntlet into the vault, which she slams the door shut behind them.
There's faint howling, the pounding of fists from inside, but the noise gets quieter and quieter as Lup slumps against a cavern wall, slipping down until she's sitting, back propped up against the cold stone. Her head hits the wall as a hand slips beneath her cloak and returns coated in blood, the veins along her arms already turning dark beneath her skin. She coughs out, groaning, blood trickling down from her chin.]
Silverpoint poison. What a friggin' tool. [She clutches an arm around her middle and grimaces.] Ugh, 'Ko's gonna be pissed.
[She shifts then, stretching her legs out in front of her, an ornate umbrella laid out across her lap. For a woman so close to her death, she almost seems calmer now that the gauntlet is trapped away. This is fine. All of this is going to be fine.
Until suddenly it isn't. It doesn't take much before Lup gasps out in pain and slumps forward, dead, her lich form drifting out of her body so casually. But then the umbrella in her body's lap trembles, first just a shiver, the next a full quake. And then the umbrella is leaping into the air, unfurling and then inverting, and sucking the lich up whole, Lup barely given the chance to scream before she's just gone completely, an umbrella and a corpse left behind.]
DEATHSWAP!!!
Lup isn't even thinking when she reaches out for the man, the moment their skin touches and she suddenly is seeing his past memories. Which is precisely why it takes her by surprise, her own memories slipping into his head just as easily.
--
She's in a cave with a long, thick cloaked wrapped around her, the heavy hood pulled up, keeping Lup's face mostly shadowed even as the lights of her magic floated above lighting the way. Even with the cloak pulled tight, face half hidden, it's so easy to see the exhaustion against her sharp features, the sunken darkness beneath her eyes, the wrinkles from living in a constant state of worry lining her forehead. She's grasping something in her hands, something wrapped up in a cloth, just the barest shine of metal peeking out.
More than her tiredness, more than her worry, the guilt etched against her face looks like it's eating her alive.
Guiding her through the damp, winding cavern in a dwarf, long-bearded and a third of her height, Lup trailing after the man without a word, clinging whatever she's holding, peering every moment or so over her shoulder.
It took so much to finally have the relic in hand. There's no chance Lup is going to let it fall into anyone else's hands.
The pair travel in silence, down the winding paths, through ornate hallways, until finally they arrive in front large door, more complicated looking than the rest. The dwarf grumbles something under his breath, shifting his torch from one hand to another to press his hand against the door, which immediately swings open, revealing an enclosed vault, full of money and jewels and other precious family treasures.
But the dwarf steps back for Lup and waves a hand, speaking out in a gruff voice:]
Here it is. Nothin's gonna get through this door. [And as Lup sweeps forward to peer into the vault, the dwarf's voice dropping down to something darker.] Not a thing.
[And before Lup can react, he's pulling out a long, silver dagger and stabbing the elf right in the back, quickly wrestling the item she's been grasping from her hands, the cloth falling away to reveal a silver gauntlet. Lup stumbles from the attack, gasping out in pain, but before she falls, she casts a spell to sweep both the dwarf and the gauntlet into the vault, which she slams the door shut behind them.
There's faint howling, the pounding of fists from inside, but the noise gets quieter and quieter as Lup slumps against a cavern wall, slipping down until she's sitting, back propped up against the cold stone. Her head hits the wall as a hand slips beneath her cloak and returns coated in blood, the veins along her arms already turning dark beneath her skin. She coughs out, groaning, blood trickling down from her chin.]
Silverpoint poison. What a friggin' tool. [She clutches an arm around her middle and grimaces.] Ugh, 'Ko's gonna be pissed.
[She shifts then, stretching her legs out in front of her, an ornate umbrella laid out across her lap. For a woman so close to her death, she almost seems calmer now that the gauntlet is trapped away. This is fine. All of this is going to be fine.
Until suddenly it isn't. It doesn't take much before Lup gasps out in pain and slumps forward, dead, her lich form drifting out of her body so casually. But then the umbrella in her body's lap trembles, first just a shiver, the next a full quake. And then the umbrella is leaping into the air, unfurling and then inverting, and sucking the lich up whole, Lup barely given the chance to scream before she's just gone completely, an umbrella and a corpse left behind.]