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The Necromantic Adventures of Lyra Heartstrings 2The term 'Necromancer' evokes a few constant images: A dark tower, a desolate wasteland, a cursed swamp and legions of half-decayed creatures that barely resembled what they once were. It was a term that spoke of fear and death and shadows. It was almost as though they had a rulebook on how to be the most cliched villain possible.The Necromantic Adventures of Lyra Heartstrings 2 by Dragon-of-Twilght
Lyra had never been good at following rules. Though, right now, she could definitely see the appeal of a dark tower. The sunlight streaming in through the window was doing nothing to help her hangover, and it was too much of an effort to get out of bed and shut the curtains. Instead, she shifted her pillow so it lay atop her head. “Dammit, Celestia, go away. Come back in a few more hours.”
However, since Lyra didn't possess some phenomenal power to make the deities bow to her whims, the sun stayed put.
She groaned, trying to get a handle on her migraine and the nauseousness that accompanied it. While she was no stranger to cider, or the hangovers
The Necromantic Adventures of Lyra Heartstrings 1The night was cold, but that was to be expected this close to the winter season.The Necromantic Adventures of Lyra Heartstrings 1 by Dragon-of-Twilght
The princesses had been shortening the days and lengthening the nights; there were already warnings being sent out by the pegasi couriers to prepare for the coming snows. Clouds were covering more and more of the sky each day. Fires were a common sight for travelers, the various camps set up off to the side of the road when more substantial shelter couldn't be found. The desire to keep warm often overruled the need to stay hidden at times like these.
However, for two individuals, the cold didn't seem to matter.
Admittedly, one was wearing a cloak as they trotted along; it was dark as the night around them and seemed reasonably thick, but one would still need a good tolerance for the cold. The other one wore nothing beyond a hat and a simple vest, yet seemed to be entirely indifferent to the cold around him.
The sparsely clothed pony, an earth pony stallion, paused to adjust his hat, then continued on; the