The necromancer stood on a large rocky shelf hight above the ruins of Dol Guldur. The shelf used to be a room were Kings and queens would hold councils. Now its walls were collapsed and its statues broken. A high northerly wind brushed the necromancers face, lifting up his ever present hood slightly. he Looked out to the ruins of Dol Guldur. Some orcs peered out of shadows, some scouted to the West. Despite watching all this The necromancers mind was occupied with other things. He had recently been contacted and presented with a large sum of money and a certain artifact to bring a deceased relative back to life. Usually he doesn’t accept clients. In fact, he usually doesn’t get contacted at all. There was something different about this person..something darker, something..strange.But Today, he was going to meet the face behind the deal. He wondered if- he thoughts were broken by a knock at the door. Growling, he went to open it..
One of some 50 female monks who live in a small monastery in the foothills of the Himalayas. The cave that this monastery is built around was the meditation cave of Guru Rinpoche Padmasambhava (lotus-born) who introduced Buddhism to Tibet. Guru Rinpoche left his fooprint in the stone of one of the cave walls above head hight which is said to be a mark of enlightenment.