Couch pushed back against the wall, Vivian knelt in the middle of her apartment with a small fire burning over a silver plate. A small caldron hung over the flames where herbs bubbled along with a mixture of equal parts blood and teleplasm. Looking over at the bone daggers that she’d claimed from Razin, she’d analyzed the poison and replicated it. While not exactly legal, it fell into the gray areas of the law, and she didn’t plan on advertising the substance on the open market.
Topless save for her chest bindings, she flipped the pages of her newest spellbook, recovered from her fight with Razin. She wrote it in a loopy script and detailed the creation of hundreds of different undead vessels being the least of them. It required a mastery over the earthen realm that she didn’t have, so sh
