serpentis: (at my soul through your own)
Dᴏʀɪᴀɴ Pᴀᴠᴜs, ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] serpentis) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-08-11 06:51 pm

009 // i carry your bones in my heart

Who: Dorian and YOU
Broadcast: Fleet-Wide
Action: On the Three Twins!
When: 8/11, Midnight.

[It's rare in Drift Fleet to see Dorian as The Necromancer. He plays with people, he flirts with them. Occasionally his humor is morbid. But that's just him.

But tonight is different.

The broadcast is from a darkened cargo bay of the SS Three Twins.

Dorian is wearing black robes with a pointed hood, and as the broadcast starts, he gestures with a skull-topped staff, seeming to almost do it for show. There's a whispering of something circling him, a spirit, perhaps, and candles illuminate around him as it vanishes.]


I do hope you're having a good night. I had nearly lost track of the date, what with the odd stars, but I'm quite certain that it is the beginning of the eighth month, Matrinalis. Which means, for those of you unaccustomed to Thedosian holidays, it is All Soul's Day. Or close enough. ...regardless...

[He conjures a small flicker of fire in his hand, the light casting shadows on his face, the glowing purple lines of necromantic sigils and runes seemingly etched into his hands and arms.]

It is the day we Thedosians remember our dead. As a necromancer, I daresay I am qualified to lead the celebrations, if you will.

You are welcome to come and extinguish a candle for those you've lost.

((OOC: A combination network post and mingle log! Start up an action thread if you'd like, thread with other folks, just leave a comment in the subject if your character is looking to chat with Dorian.))
notkittenaround: (When tomorrow comes.)

Video;

[personal profile] notkittenaround 2015-08-12 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Necromancy. Charming.

[ Her tail thrashes wildly between the gaps of her cloth armour, her ears low, and her voice expresses all the disdain and regret which might be expected from one whose experience with them has been less than charming. At least this one has yet to fall into gibbering madness and pull out body parts, but that says little for the days ahead.

Magpie presses the palm of her hand to her face for a moment. The Twelve save her from lost spirits, roaming zombies and necromancers with a sense of the dramatic. ]


I pray such a festival involves no more than remembrance, for I fear nostalgia of the dead might draw forth more than ire from the void.
notkittenaround: (That anyone's giving)

Re: Video;

[personal profile] notkittenaround 2015-08-12 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
That would yet scarcely be a more disturbing summoning of voidsent than many I have seen, but you must needs keep it to one's privacy of trousers.