Emma the Necromancer Options

[MerGirl]

Well, this is an old character (like the first character, back when Morrowind was still... new, as in, no GOTY version at the time) of mine that I had wished to role-play as in Morrowind. (Obviously, I can't very well, for I can't play really young characters, let alone do Necromancy.)

This is one of the old rough drafts of her story, so I hope you enjoy. I plan to update this really old story later on, but I still don't know much about vampires, so it may take awhile.

Any comments/critiques/lore concerns are appreciated.

Emma the Young Necromancer
Chp. 1 Part I


The small Breton girl, Emma, was young, much too young to understand what had taken place that night. She didn’t understand the seriousness of the situation. All she knew was that her parents went to hunt out some vampires and had not come back yet. It was nearly midnight, and she was getting angry, for they had promised to her that they would come back soon. But she wasn’t anxious or scared, for her Dunmer father was very serious about keeping his promises and vows. Her mother even more so. So, Emma waited inside the house as her father ordered her to.

As she waited, she picked up her dolls, Marie and Lila, and played house with them, using her newly made wooden dollhouse. Marie and Lila were having a bit of a dilemma: They both shared the same room, but had different opinions on what colors the curtains and bed-sheets should be. Marie wanted a darker look for the room, but Lila wanted more… lively, feminine colors, such as pinks, yellows and light blues. Of course, this fierce argument soon disintegrated into a fight of the physical kind, and Emma made the dolls slap each other silly, giggling as she did so. And of course, the doll that wanted the happier colors won the intense doll fight between what Emma considered good and evil.

Emma grew tired of the game, and went into the kitchen to search for some snacks. Rubbing her eyes, she stepped into the kitchen. As she walked into the kitchen, her bare feet stepped into something wet and sticky. Picking up her skirts, she glanced down at her feet.

Splotches of red covered the edges of her feet, and a large, dark red puddle surrounded her. The puddle trailed from her feet all the way to the windowsill. Curious, Emma sampled a small amount of the puddle with her pinky. It tasted really salty, but it was familiar... It tasted like when she had cut herself… It tasted like…blood?

In disgust, Emma shook off the red liquid from her finger and ran out of the puddle, shaking and wiping her feet as well. Her heart started beating loudly as she studied the blood. Why so much blood? Did some wounded animal drag itself inside the house? This has happened before, so Emma was not too worried about the reason for the blood. However, at least two questions stuck into her brain as she climbed a wooden chair to look out the window: Where were her mother and father? And, more importantly, where was the animal now?

Her answer came from behind her as she heard a long thump as well as felt fingers lightly touching her neck. Gasping, she spun around to face whatever was hovering behind her. Her eyes widened as she recognized the figure behind her for what it was.

It was a tall vampire, a very messy vampire from the looks of it. His hair was unkempt and oily, as if he had not washed it in days. His expensive-looking robe was in rags and was darkly stained with blood and dirt and who knows what else. Bloodshot eyes stared contemptibly at her small form, his arms tense and ready.

Emma glared back, her hands motioning before her, preparing to set up a spell. However, the vampire struck her before she could utter the words to cast her spells. Surprisingly, his weak-looking hands hit her with a powerful blow that sent her flying into the wall. Her entire right side felt battered and bruised, her legs felt numb, and she collapsed onto the floor, dazed and almost as limp as a doll.

Breathing heavily, she tried to get up on her elbows, even as the vampire walked casually towards her. Her body felt weak and tired, but she fearlessly lifted her chin up to look the vampire in the eye. She spat at him the only insult she learned from her father, “You, N’wah!”


Emma the Young Necromancer Part II:

The vampire just chuckled, angering the girl even more. She said sharply, "Just wait until my Da get his hands on you! He's a Telvanni, and he'll whip you hard!" She clenched her teeth in nervousness as the vampire hovered over her.

She yelped as the vampire lifted her up with one hand, clutching her neck. Being already sore, her neck muscles were burning with agony due to the weight of her limp body. Grasping at the vampire's grimy hand, Emma tried to break his hold onto her, but to no avail. A small gurgling sound came out of her mouth as the vampire tightened his grip even more.

"Let me go or my Da will kill you!" She gasped, her voice raspy. Rage had filled her heart as well as great fear. She hoped that the vampire would put her down... However, the vampire just laughed sadistically, and Emma whimpered as the vampire started applying pressure to her jaw.

The vampire smiled, his fangs gleaming with blood. "You stupid child... Apparently, hasn't taught you enough to fear and respect us..."

Emma obviously could not answer back, due to the tight grip he had on her throat and jaw.

The vampire inspected her with his crazed eyes, and his eyes widened. Then, he shook her unmercifully, as if he was a spoiled child who was angry at his toy. Pain stabbed through her body like daggers, and her consciousness was slipping away fast. "So, you're the child of that vampire-hunter! Well, he has tortured me for the last time--"

Before the vampire could finish his words, he suddenly release his grip, screaming in rage as well as pain. His robe became engulfed in flames which licked and spread all over his body. The screams were ear-piercing, but Emma's head was much too dizzy to hear them clearly. All she could hear was a muted screech, lots of fire, so much of it, and then, darkness as she fell and slumped onto the bloodied floor.

[MerGirl]

Ack, surprised I haven't updated this one either. Well, here is a tiny, tiny tidbit of an update. Hope you like. Again, any comments, constructive critique, etc. are appreciated. And, I hope you come to like Emma, despite her, uh, interests and hobbies. (Sorry for double-posting!)
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Emma the Necromancer cont'd

Chapter 2

Emma felt numb as she woke up, rubbing her eyes. She felt warm, soft material as she rose up from the bed. But, it was not her own bed from home. For one thing, it was bigger and a lot roomier. She slowly climbed down from the tall bed to the wooden floor below. Once her feet landed onto the floor, she wandered around the room, inspecting every nook and cranny of this unfamiliar place.

In this room, which was quite spacey, there were several bookshelves filled with dozens of thick volumes. Reaching out for one on a nearby shelf, Emma pulled it out. She grunted in surprise at the book’s size (almost bigger than herself!) and weight, and, being too small to carry it, she immediately dropped it onto the floor.

Her small body leaned over the book as she flipped through the pages, which were heavy as well. Not much of a good reader, she could only catch words here and there as she turned the pages. Luckily, not the entire book was printed in words. There were some intricate illustrations as well. Most of the illustrations seemed to depict certain harmful spells, potions, and lots of skeletons and bodies being stitched up.

Emma was not too disturbed by these pictures, for she was used to seeing unusual and morbid things. After all, she has glimpsed at her Telvanni father’s spell books, which often contained vampires, blood, death/conjugation spells and all sorts of painful methods of destroying the undead, werewolves and vampires. While kind and easy-going in nature, her father was unmerciful towards hostile enemies and creatures. He also liked to experiment and often supervises Emma, who often wants to help him.

Once she finished browsing through the interesting contents of the book, she came to the conclusion that perhaps whoever lived here was also a mage who liked to experiment, too. Determined to talk with owner of this house, she closed the book and toddled her way out of the room. Her curious eyes moved about as she glanced at her surroundings. She was walking through a well-lit hallway, her footsteps muffled by the dull-colored carpet. The walls were almost bare, except for a few lit candles and small portraits of rich-looking human people. At the end of the hallway, there were steps spiraling deep downwards to perhaps the basement.

Curious and thinking the owner might be downstairs, she carefully started her way down the stairs. As she went downwards, she noticed that there was not much light down here. And it got darker as she continued down the stairs. Just as she reached the darkest part of the stairs, she saw small rays of light emitting from behind a worn out door. Apprehensive, but feeling bold, she rapped loudly on the door with her small fist.

Silence answered her.

She hesitated. Then, decided to knock again, but as she raised her hand, the door slowly opened, creaking loudly. Bright light flooded out, and she had to cover her eyes. She lowered her hands from her eyes, and blinked, trying to adjust her eyes to the light.

A long desk and candles, as well as a pool filled with water and bones greeted her sight. But, what she noticed the most were her two dolls, Marie and Lila, lying on the desk next to some scrolls. Squealing with happiness, she picked the dolls up, and, after checking for injuries (there were none), she embraced them tightly.

However, her happiness faded when a large shadow loomed over her. She gasped, and then grabbed one of the candles, waving it in front of her.

“Back away, vampire!” She threatened.