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Helena Nikulina • "Commission"

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[liminalsoul]

When sinking into mortuary energy the first feeling is definitely cold, sometimes like a peaceful mist that has been blown into your lungs, other times it is a violent blizzard, after all death isn't always a soothing rest but there is always something certain, it isn't a normal cold, it is not the one that impels you to run to somewhere warm, because it is not reversible, you can play along with it all you want, you can barely sink your feet in it but you have to know that it is somehow letting you escape from it because in reality you have no way out.

Mortuary energy is cold creeping inside your bone marrow, making it remember that is alive by the moment but that death is calling for your bones, it remembers them that they are the same as the ones that are buried in the ground. It makes your eyes glossy and lost, they become doll like and your skin feels like rag, your limbs for a moment are frozen, like the dirt you'll be buried in.

It reminds you that death is not only inside corpses that seem to always have been dead, it is also in your blood, always calling for you and the ones that are surrounding you.

When you sink down in its waters it feels like, by every passing second, it steals from you a little bit more of your heartbeat's strength, a little bit more of life. You are not sure you will be able to get out of it this time nor if you want to.

While I'm certain it isn't a healthy activity, it is actually a fun one.

[hapetora]

Draw this in your style stuff for @violettleaf​ 

Original drawing :  https://www.instagram.com/p/BqKRqJ_hVr-/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

[theartofmany]

Artist: Leonardo Borazio Title: Necromancer “Lost in his cave he searches for forgotten sorceries, no one that cares for his soul's search for him”

[thelegendofnym]

Reighlie and Nym, Antagonist and Protagonist of my project

[ningekoproductions]

A little gift for an amazing friend#instagramartist #ningeko #gift #necromacer #dnd

[liminalsoul]

This is a pice of automatic writing that I wrote while reaching out to a string of mortuary energy, not really sure if it was a dead spirit but it came out pretty interesting. I've tried to translate it maintaining it's subtleties.

The dead, they give life. The lives of the greedy living are worthless, always afraid to give their own lives; the lives of the dead are worth more than those of the living. They writhe and crackle in cauldrons of fire, the living, not the dead.

Saints and fools say that life is not life unless it is given a thousand times in a thousand dawns. Life is only a dream, and death is a vision, in an instant, of hundreds of universes. Non existence is just being innumerable times, innumerable names, there are innumerable names inside of me.

The screams of the damned, the living, can be heard from here, understanding the fleeting and dark shadows is more complex as they are surrounded by a halo of glory. Come you all! Come here! I will leave with them, the others know nothing. Are you telling me you've never crossed to the other side? We are all already here, you are already here, come with me. Come with me.

[dimalink]

Elf and Necromancer 3 – Conversation on an Abandoned Path

A sultry day hung in the air. The elf and the necromancer still stood facing each other. On this very hot day. Occasionally a breeze would lighten the mood, but it seldom blew. It was a fine, hot summer day. The path was sunken and narrow. The elf and the necromancer stood facing each other.

"Don't come near me! Don't come near me!" the elf said calmly. He clearly didn't like everything that was happening. But he was calm. And overall, he was in the mood for a conversation. After all. So what's wrong with a necromancer?

Even he seemed a little curious. It's not every day you see a true necromancer in the middle of nowhere. A skeleton on legs and in a robe. A skeleton or a pale-faced man – the elf wasn't entirely sure. He clearly hadn't seen necromancers like this in daylight. It was worth talking. After all, a necromancer isn't an evil monster, but a very intelligent, magically gifted human. Or undead. It's still unclear.

The necromancer stood and looked at the elf with his eyes. Or eye sockets. Something white was there. But the robe and the darkness within him hid everything. The necromancer thought for a long time. As if the thought process itself was difficult for him. Or perhaps he was just watching. But after a long pause, he said:

"I'm moving forward. And I'm not bothering you!"

"I'm not bothering you. I'm just walking down the road," the necromancer said in a hoarse, quiet voice.

The elf thought the necromancer was having trouble speaking. The necromancer stood there, confused as to why the elf was asking him something. Everyone was going about their business. The necromancer was very preoccupied with his thoughts. He had so much to do.

Especially since it was daylight outside. Although, that's not bad. "Stop doing that! Digging in graves. Looking for something!" " said the elf.

"The dead don't care. But I need them for business. Don't be a fool," the necromancer said in a businesslike voice. His voice seemed to come alive a little. But only a little.

"Different cultures have different traditions. And you desecrate graves. Sooner or later, you'll be caught. And driven away. Or beaten," the elf said in a storytelling voice. As if he'd read stories or moral lessons many times.

"I'm not doing anything like that. I'll cast a spell. And no one will touch me! I can become invisible. But not for long," the necromancer whispered.

He was whispering and clearly couldn't speak at full volume. "You don't understand! There are those here who don't like the undead. And they'll gladly use a sword on you. Or magic," the elf continued in the same storytelling voice. He clearly knew how to tell stories. And he enjoyed it.

"I'm not doing anything like that. "It's for business. The skeletons lie idle in their graves.

They'll help me!" the necromancer whispered. He tried to raise his hand, but it fell back to its place near his robe.

"Perhaps," the elf said calmly.

"I'll use my dark magic for protection. They won't destroy me. I'll turn them into skeletons for this, too. But later! Or zombies! I'll think about it. I'm not doing anything special. And I'm not bothering anyone. I'm just walking my path," the necromancer whispered, his voice rising slightly. A creaking note could already be heard in his voice. Or rather, like a crow's cawing.

"I have much to do. Be careful," the elf said, calming down. He had lost interest in the conversation. He was simply warning the traveler.

"Okay," the necromancer said, his voice cawing like a crow's.

Silence followed the necromancer's words. But a second later, everyone went their separate ways. They simply passed side by side. Everyone walked in their own direction. As if they were just passersby. It was just a narrow path. And rarely was anyone here.

A dusty road. The wind kicked up dust. The travelers' feet kicked up dust too. That was the only thing surprising now. The two travelers were already moving away from each other. Each walked at their usual pace. Going about their business. Dust. There was a lot of dust all around. The most surprising thing was this light gray, light yellow dust. In the air. Which rose up to the knees.

On one side, there were thickets. All sorts of green plants. Wild grasses. Sometimes even flowers. Like lupine. A very beautiful flower. And then there was brickwork. Made of old, crumbling brick. In some places, the brick had turned to brick dust. And rubbing it blew it away. And sometimes the edges of the bricks fell to the ground on their own.

And on the other side, the same metal fence with patterns. And a huge expanse overgrown with grass. Tall grass. Everyone had clearly long forgotten about this place. And this is the shortcut to the city. Indeed, there is a cemetery further on, deep in this grass. But everyone forgot about it long ago. No one cared. It was long ago overgrown. And disappeared into the foliage of the trees and grass.

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