Terry
**The bog is thick and humid, the sounds of the wetlands echo with treasure and treachery. Deep within tell the rumors of the dead whom roam endlessly without tire. Its the dead of night and darkness fills the swamp**
Karen
***Having walked a long way from the forest she normally resides in for safety she had wondered into a bog and deeply sighed. She rubs her hair and continues on watching her step and her surroundings as anything can come from anywhere and attack her***

 
  God damn it. This is going to be extremely hard to traverse... Where the hell even am I?
Rhonda
Sorry it's kinda short
Terry
**With not distinctive landmarks she wasnt able to discern any means of direction, there were no sudden noises outside of the bog natural wildlife of birds and many, many bugs**
Harriet
Dw i rarely do long paragraphs myself
Karen
***She ruffles her hair in fustration and sits down giving herself a small bit of time to rest, she sees a centipede crawl onto her leg and smiles warmly putting her hand near it for it to climb onto her hand. As it crawls onto her hand and around her arm she looks around once more before standing up and continuing on her way still having the centipede on her arm, balling her fist into a hand the bug crawls to her closed fist and stays put there for a bit before it goes back to crawling around on her arm.***

 
  So many people would hit you and run in fear at just the sight of a creature like you... How sad. But I won't throw something as precious as you. I'd rather nurture you and watch you grow.
Rhonda
Do you mind if I ping you when I reply?
Terry
**The centipede makes no noise but green necrotic strands of magic emanate and dissipate from it, a testament to its natural adaptation, despite its large jaws and terrifying shape, it displays docility**
Rhonda
Could also be very useful
Terry
**As she walks deeper in, more of the buglife begin to exhibit the ambient necrotic magic, the bog filled with death. No stench reaches her nose however, only the earthen muddy tones permeate the wind as it rushes through the trees. Its an odd sense of peace here, though one that most would find unnerving**
Karen
***She can feel the slight change and she almost immediately notices the change in abundance of bug life but it takes her a small bit to realize they aren't showing normal behavior of insects but rather exhibit behavior similar to undead but rather just the magic itself rather than the bugs themselves being undeads. She checks on her new centipede companion to see how it's doing, then looking back up and continues her cautious walk***

 
  How peculiar. Bugs that show slight traces of necrotic magic. A fellow dark mage must be nearby... Another necromancer at that. Maybe they can teach me.
Terry
**Her friend crawls around her arms as it's attenae stir and move and it clacks it's jaws in anticipation**
Karen
***She watches as her incect friend crawl around and clack its jaws for some reason. She smiles and pushes forward as she puts an extremely small amount of necrotic magic into the centipede as she continues on her walk following what seems to be the source of necrotic magic that the bugs seem to inherit***
Terry
**As she walks she begins to see bones, spines of large creatures protruding from the surface of the water, arms, and skulls**
Karen
***Seeing these brought a smile to her face proving her suspision right. A necromancer lives her, no normal mage nor dark mage can manipulate bones to this degree. She continues her walk as she continues to pump slight amounts of magic into the centipede.***

 
  Seems we're nearing our destination huh little guy. I think of a name for you while we walk, what do ya say?
Terry
**Eventually she saw light in the distance, camp light**
Karen
***She sees the light and begins to walk faster while still thinking of a name for the centipede, settling on the name Cadimos. Once she gets closer to the clamp light she slows down as not to cause any unwanted hostility**

 
  How does Cadimos sound? Sounds good right?
Terry
**The friend coils around her wrist, it's black chithin forming an opalescent bracelet**
Karen
***After seeing Cadimos turn into a bracelet she was absolutely baffled for a bit, staring at it for a while before going up to the campfire and announces her approach so whoever was sitting there wasn't startled too badly**

 
  Aye, someone comming up from behind. Don't mean no harm, just saw the camp light and could use some warmth.
Leroy
Well well **She opened her eyes, green emeralds shining in the night, green strands of necrotic energy slithered out from he bracers, clad in amber jewelry** What have we here?
Karen
Just a humble wandering... Necromancer. And you seem to be one as well. Were those bone constructs your doing?
Leroy
**The campfire flickered, revealing an estemeed woman of black and purple attire, corset wrapped around her picture-esque body, red lipstick lined with black eyeliner tipped with a traditional blackwitch hat. Not a spec of muck tarnished her** The ones that aren't native to the area... Yes **She waved her hands and the sound of tumbling bones behind them could be heard in the darkness beyond**