Clan Founder, Former Leader

She had woken up screaming. She was covered in sweat, and the sweet taste of blood was fresh her in mouth. More screaming; but this time not hers, this time not of pain, but of anger.

"She's down there! Don't be afraid! We must catch this murderer!"

Then like a nightmare, everything came flooding back to her. A faint but obvious smile streaked across her face, her lips stained red with blood; a stunning color against her pale whit skin and black hair. The voices were getting closer. Soon they would find her. And if they did . . . it wouldn't be pretty.

This was not the first, nor would it be the last time she would be chased from a city. At times like this she remembered her father. When she was young and at the beginning of her training he took her to the temple of life in Qeynos. It was the dead of night; she smiles again as she thinks of the reflection of the street lamp in her fathers eyes. He said to her, "Lamia, watch careful girl, I am going to show you how to slay a god!" With that he turned, and thrust his hand into the air. There was a priest of life not thirty feet from where they hid. He fell to the ground, and a great plague devoured his flesh. He turned back to his daughter who was giggling uncontrollably and said, "For every follower killed, so too is a part of their god killed. For what is a god, if no one is left to believe?"

The voices were very close by. She couldn't tell which direction they were coming from.

"Get the torches ready, and some rope!"

A look of pain came across her face now. She new what they would do to her if they found her. The same thing they did so long ago to her father. They would tie her up, most likely rape her, and then burn her at the city gates for all to see. There's a celebration of life for you, those hypocrites are all the same. They will all pay one day for the death of her father.

She lifted her hands, and like a candle being blown out, she vanished, nothing left to show that she was ever there. She had escaped once again.

It's a strange thing to live every day of your life in fear. It's remarkable what it does to you. Fear of being killed by your own people. But it hasn't killed Lamia yet, and if it doesn't kill you, it just makes you stronger. In revenge for her father's death, and for crimes committed against Necromancy Lamia has vowed to destroy all who will not kneel and beg for forgiveness. Now she has followers. An entire clan of Necromancers all fighting for the same purpose. No one shall remain alive!