Azaque

Rumith was a fairly average drow... actually not really, she lived on the surface with her father on a farm. She and him were content, it was a peaceful existance if a slightly hard one. The year before her father was going to wed her off, in the hopes that she, and perhaps himself as well, could gain standing within the social world at the tender age of 23 He went mad and killed he with a scythe, but her story doesn't end there. very soon after her death, while her body was still warm even, a necromancer stepped forward and revived her. The necromancers biggest mistake was he used a clerical spell that entirely revived her, well more or less, since she was brought back from teh dead you could call her a zombie but so soon she retained most of her memories. She quickly pieces together that the necromancer both used and killed her father and ate him right up. Rumith looked around the farm and saw nothing but ruins and decided to take up her father's scythe and roam the world Rumith no longer, it was the name of a dead Drow. She now goes by Azaque.

"because sometimes i like to mess around with potions alright?"



“ while the nords maybe pig headed brutes..they sure do know how to make good armor~”

P.S. Story lovingly crafted by IonaItova~

(And for the last bloody time NO she's not dead she's as if she never died get it right!!!!!)