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Pergatori has a minion!

Indulgence the Darghness

Pergatori
Legacy Name: Pergatori

The

Darkmatter Montre
Owner:

Greymane

Age: 16 years, 9 months

Born: July 19th, 2007

Adopted: 16 years, 9 months ago (Legacy)

Adopted: July 19th, 2007 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 233
Strength: 582
Defense: 582
Speed: 580
Health: 581
HP: 581/581
Intelligence: 400
Books Read: 387
Food Eaten: 535
Job: Certified Mad Scientist

"Oh, don't look at me like that. Laws of Magic, I know, I know. Necromancy is bad. I should be ashamed. Got it. Woe is me, the misunderstood necromancer."She laughed. That dark beauty threw her head back and laughed at you. "Darling, you don't have an idea what you are talking about. I'm beautiful, powerful and everything any sane man wants. Yet they can't have me. I don't need them. They are weak, easily misguided and far too dreary. Well, at least the normal men are. They're the ones that will bind you, attempt to tear you down and apart. Remind you that you are weak because you are a woman, and tainted because you are beautiful..." The petite woman chuckled and leaned back in her throne-like chair, curling a hand under the chin of the rotting corpse that stood beside her.

"No, no. Those men will not do. Give me something with power, something... Deadly." Her eyes flashed. They were a pale purple, nearly white, standing out in sharp contrast to her dark skin. She wore the garb of a belly dancer, it was purple, far darker than her eyes, and trimmed in black. "They are far harder to manipulate, and far more fun to try." Dark lips spread in a smile. A hand strayed up to her neck, purple nails tapping against the metal collar that rested there. She arched a brow. "Eyeballing this, are you?" She rattled her left wrist, and her right ankle, smirking. Chain dangled from each of the rune-etched manacles. "I'm difficult to imprison, you see." The undead construct behind her moaned and leaned forward. Pergatori clicked her tongue and patted the creature on the cheek. "Yes, my pet... They are intruding." She fixed those pale eyes on you, smirk twitching her lips. She waggled her fingers at you, winking and laughing quietly.