He had done it a hundred times, taken eyes. It was so easy by now, he rarely used a spoon or knife, but, with his own fingers, would pilfer those beautiful orbs from the skulls of the deceased...
The Master of Starlight, Player of Games; This Quizzical Fey knows Everyone's Names.
The Crystal Scholar is a feminine Quasi-Soul with a passion for knowledge.
Blonde is one cool dude.
"I pick your fleas, you pick mine. Well, that would be if either of us had fleas. Haha, right?"
"Attention, Flesh-beings! The time is now Sun-High-point-five, towards dark, 180 Units Past. Curfew in 30 Units. You are welcome."
Your Ultimate Source for all your Ooze Problems!
"One for you," He mumbled, pouring some rum onto his boots, "And a few gulps for me, and we’re off."
He took a large gulp from the bottle, put his boots on, and was out the door in a flash.
Hazenbrazen & Gribaldy: Two Necromancers taking over the world one corpse at a time.
Brine S’Vick is the Shark Lord, a giant man amongst the ocean curent.
Soft, squeezable, and potentially deadly. Mallow is to be cuddled and feared!
"Did you hear that? He speaks to those who would listen. Simply adjust your hearing frequency and you will hear his voice." - Audicus, Disciple of the Sound Mind and Body.
Patrick Greenbottle was once a normal halfling with a love of potions. Now he has been transformed into something much more.
An quirky Gnome with little patience and much skill with a flame.
"It is said that among those people they have a loathsome custom- that they keep a spotted dog always waiting beside the gate of the yard where they bury the dead, and that in every funeral they allow this spotted dog to feast upon the dead, so that it grows fat and wise with the knowledge of the dead... Many necromancers do seek out these spotted dogs, and ask of them sciomantic knowledge, or take them as familiars." -Author unknown, "The Ways of the Necromancers"