Necromancer Asmodeus of the Wood

Chapter 1 - Toadstools Tavern

The Tavern door creaks open slowly. A light, misty breeze sweeps across the floor through the thick floorboards. A figure emerges through the mist, the metal on its boots clacking against the splintered hardwood as he peers around the small room looking for somewhere private to sit.

The tavern has four tables and a bar top with a homely looking couple tending the space. A fire rages in the large stone fireplace. The figure moves toward the back of the tavern past the few guests, all of them staring in fear at his silver bone face glisens against the dimly candlelit interior. Its raggidy brown canvas coat is held up by a big blue belt with a shimmering large square buckle.

He sits down at the table, secluded from the locals.

“Is that… an orange hat” can be lightly heard across the room from a group of toadz enjoying a few pints. A nounish lightly whispers “We need to leave”.

The tavern host approaches in a reserved manner. The figure’s head tilts up and suddenly the host sees dark black fog within the skull where eyeballs would be. She gasps.

“something wrong, mam?” the mysterious figure says in a raspy, villainous tone.

“n... nn.... no, nothing wrong. What’ll it be for tonight?”

“a steak, raw. And a bowl for my companion” as it taps the wooden table with its heavy silver index finger. THUMP

A field dog’s head emerges from under the table. Its eyes are big and pure black, its teeth slightly showing. A scar runs along the left side of its face through its eye, showing battle wounds from the past. The host immediately turns back toward the bar. “n.. not a problem”.

The figure chuckles. He reaches in his front pocket and pulls out a small, disheveled piece of paper. Omega Oxbow is written lightly, with a nearly illegible address below it. The figure gazes at it intently, as black mist swirls out from its eye sockets, several inches from the head.

The barkeep quickly drops a metal plate with a chunk of meat on the table and then scurries back to her perceived safety. The figure’s gaze is immediately interrupted and the black mist retracts. The wizard conjures up a spell, waving his hand over the bowl. Kelpies Fury - the water spell. The bowl fills with water in front of the tired pup and he slurps the bowl nearly clean within seconds. Signs of a long day’s travel.

CLINK CLINK

The plate is thrown on the floor for the beast’s enjoyment. Gobbled down in just a few bites, the pup relishes in the meal. “Good girl, Mamba” it says softly, as its long silver bone fingers race through the long, thick fur.

The barkeep approaches and struggles to say “an… anything else?”

“hah, doubt you have any flames here”

“n…no ser. We’ve never even seen a sacred flame, let alone a forgotten soul around these parts”

“THEN SCCCCCRAM” it exclaims.

The barkeep runs back behind the bar and moves toward her husband for safety. He holds her tightly with one hand, the other holding a blade behind him. The figure throws a few coins on the table and makes its way to the door, pausing for a moment, staring at the few folks in the bar looking at it with fear. Enjoying the attention for once.

Mist slowly fills the tavern floor again as the silver figure slowly opens the door. The mage and the pup stand outside - the silver bones shimmering in the moonlight, almost glowing.

“We’ll get our flame, sweet girl. This will all be over. In time.”

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