Succinic Acid
After careful consideration and with a hand on the dagger at her hip, Estrella steps out of the shadows provided by the edge of the foliage and onto the lawn of the property. She has been wandering the forest for weeks, possibly months. She was beginning to long desperately for some sort of civilization, yet she had met more foe than friend in her journey. The structure looked ominous, so she took great care as she quickly approached it from the rear.
[Just to let you know, the 'Coven' is set underground.
'You enter a large set of ruins just north of Durem, past the reclamation facility, which has been heavily overgrown with weeds and trees. Near the south edge, there is an eerily empty graveyard, featuring seven ornate gravestones in a ring, and a crypt. Something compels you to enter the crypt, some cold, niggling tingle down your spine. a whisper in the wind which urges you in, tells you that this leads to a place of great danger and knowledge... So, do you enter? Or do you leave for the safety of quieter shores?
You carefully pry open the stone slab, and your eyes quickly adjust to dim light. Upon entering, a sudden draft blows by, revealing that this crypt is much larger than it would seem. In fact, as you peer through the gloom, you notice a great staircase occupies the structure, leading down into the earth.'
And you enter the main hall of the mansion.
I'll post a reply anyway, bare with, Sorath is a jackass. ]
As silent as the dead that Sorath shared the open space with, he observed the landscape from the seated position against one of the gravestones with his silt-like crimson eyes. The creature was waiting for the immense feeling of power that was somewhere off within the distance, he felt that aura, he wanted it, he was drawn to it. Though as time past and Sorath became bored, he fell into a light slumber, though, the slumber did not bring sleep, it was beyond impossible for his kind to sleep, so, instead, he was lost within the memories of his existence. Sitting with his back against the gravestone, his marble, devilish features seemed to blend him in with the bleak surroundings, like he were one of the marble angels watching over a departed soul.
A few hours had past before a soft sound of padding of light footsteps seemed to snap his eyes open, immediately drawn and trained on where they thought the noise was coming from. Soon enough, his eyes narrowed, adjusting to the light as he made out a figure, cautiously approaching the area that held the underground mansion. Curious as the being may be, Sorath kept his mouth shut, watching the intent of the new trespasser. The fallen was barely visible within the over growth, even if he was spotted, it'd seem like he were a statue, until of course, someone caught sight of his distinctive eyes.