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πΈπ‘€π‘€π‘…πΌπ’žπ» ([personal profile] volkarin) wrote 2025-03-18 10:11 pm (UTC)

[ A shadow passes over Emmrich's brow β€” the shape of a skull flickering over the gaunt set of the necromancer's features. Perhaps inevitably, he thinks of the immortality that awaits him, of the latent promise of lichdom. For years, he has feared the cost of it, brought to a standstill that he might simply die before achieving it. He fears that less, now, but he'd be lying if he said he hasn't considered the fundamental shift the vampire describes to him. Who will he become, when the man Emmrich Volkarin no longer exists?

But this isn't the time nor the place for him to wallow. (And he has one point of certainty, besides: he has promised Parisa his eternal devotion, and in that, he knows, he'll never waver.)
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You believe you are all damned?

[ He picks his words carefully, thinking not just of the teachings of the various faiths throughout Thedas but of the rather different natures of vampires as he understands them and as he's encountered here.

(He doesn't put much stock in the ideas of salvation or damnation, largely because of the proximity he's had to death for nearly his entire life, butβ€” he understands the appeal of it, the reason for it. After all, forgiveness is one of those rare things that cannot be bought. Wouldn't it be a comfort, to be absolved by an all-knowing and merciful god?)
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Or do you believe it solely of yourself?

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