Name: Maoria<br/>Class: Priest<br/>Race: Undead<br/><br/>She walked along the trade quarters of the cool, moldy fortress of Undercity with a scowl on her green toned face. She had just spent nearly ten minutes arguing with an imbecile of a man that protected the bankers. He was lucky she had enough patience in her bones left to not just surge the light trough every remaining fiber of his decaying body. This new banker had the nerve to deny her access to her guild’s bank because she did not wear a guildtabard. After threatening with some of the light sparkling over the top of her fingers, he groaned but allowed her nonetheless to withdraw the gold she needed.<br/><br/>But now, she was silent as she walked slowly down the bridge that lead towards the Apothecary. Her long black and blue robes, together with wings hanging on her shoulders was impressive enough for each undead cringing away from her. She hid herself against a dark hood, only her bright yellow eyes shimmering trough the shadows that hid her face from observers. A human would've gained respect and be treated kindly as a wielder of the light, but underneath the dark stones of Undercity she was feared for her might over something that could make every forsaken to scream of pain.<br/><br/>The huge open cavern of the apothecarium quarter shrunk into wide, enclosed quarters as she rounded the corner and descended deeper into the earth. It grew dim now, the only light coming from the river of ichor separating the inner and outer sanctums and the small, faintly glowing torches here and there. She had thick leather bands around her neck covering the deep stitched of what her cause of death was, and the corners of her mouth were stitched high up her cheeks, making her look as if she always has some sadistic smile on her frozen in time face.<br/><br/>The bandaged, or better mummified silk cloth around her elbows and knees obscured the sight of her bones sticking out. The only places where her body did not had any skin anymore. She was a skilled tailorist, a profession very useful for a decaying corpse, her whole body perfectly stitched and sewed together, some places even showing the use of light leather to cover up her holes.<br/><br/>She hoped she would not run into some idiotic man anymore, al to eager to make her feel unwanted once more. Sighing deeply she turned around the corner and wiped some Azure-blue strands of hair out of her face. She walks down the long small corridor, seeing a man she knows all to well. Ignoring his hello, she walks past the apprentice alchemist, dr Martin Felben. She doesn't like the practises of the alchemists down here, but needs to train her skills nonetheless..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>