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We recently had Raheena, a completely obnoxious necromancer belonging to a sort of doomsday cult called the . Like many senior (and very few successful ones, perhaps 2 per RL calendar year), Raheena began seeking a recipe for an Elixir that would enable her to undergo the Becoming, a process guaranteeing her an unaging existence as an undead . (Liches can be permanently slain in combat or through other means, but they do not age, among many other perks.)
These Elixirs require a number of exceedingly rare ingredients, customized to the necromancer in question. Mortals must seek out someone who knows of such things. (By unfortunate chance, all of those people tend to live in horribly inaccessible and hostile locations, and many necromancers die horribly just seeking such a being.) Also, knowledge of this sort tends to drive one insane, which makes negotiating with these prospective teachers a rather involved and also deadly process.
Raheena managed to convince such a teacher to part with such information, and obtained a list of ingredients. Over time, she was able to track all but one of them down. (By unfortunate chance, they all seemed to be located in obscure and horribly dangerous locales.)
During this process, Raheena had been trying to get other people to help her. She was demanding, obnoxious, and often derided them behind her back. Eventually, however, she was approached by another nefarious (PC) figure who (probably unbeknownst to Raheena) happened to have a working business relationship of sorts with , a god associated with thievery, commerce, and some less savory topics. Rumors persist that bribes of various sorts were exchanged.
However, this figure happened to possess exactly what Raheena was looking for, and was willing to hand it over free of charge! Many people would be suspicious of such a friendly gesture among the Scions, especially from someone they verbally abused whenever possible, but not Raheena.
So Raheena gleefully returned to her mentor, a sack of ingredients in hand. The mentor reminded Raheena of the price of failure or ineptitude, and Raheena hurriedly brushed him aside and had him commence brewing, which he did.
The next evening, the Elixir was prepared. Raheena greedily quaffed it down, and learned that sadly, forgeries of ingredients do not behave quite like authentic ones. Necromancy is something of an exact science.
She was debatably fortunate. Many who drink an Elixir die horribly and instantly. Raheena was merely permanently maimed, afflicted with terrible amnesia with respect to her prior training, and forever cursed with an intellect an orc would shun. Soon after realizing that she would forever be a shell of her former self, she took her own life.
All things considered, Raheena's player , especially given that he's sort of a hothead. That other guy is probably still laughing, though.
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