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Lichdom is a state of being. The most sophisticated form of undeath. Selective, 18+. Written by Poki.

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                         And the battle may be bloody, 

                                                                         but that kind of works for me.

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This blog is now an archive.

Same url tho, like I said: https://chilledtouch.tumblr.com/

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This blog is now an archive.

Same url tho, like I said: https://chilledtouch.tumblr.com/

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                         And the battle may be bloody, 

                                                                         but that kind of works for me.

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This blog is now an archive.

Same url tho, like I said: https://chilledtouch.tumblr.com/

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This blog is now an archive.

Same url tho, like I said: https://chilledtouch.tumblr.com/

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This blog is now an archive.

Same url tho, like I said: https://chilledtouch.tumblr.com/

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hey, i think i’m going to archive this blog and remake, so i can get a fresh start. same url tho. :u

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kiantrev​

“Well, look at you, mister mayor,” the nymph grins approvingly, eyes taking note of the little details of the necromancer’s outfit. He accepts the scarf with a sheepish smile, wrapping it around his neck easily and humming a the warmth. The nymph’s already got three layers on, but Esmond did have a point. So he grabs his only pair of gloves from inside a chest of drawers that sat right outside where the coat room door is at before both of them head out.

“Ah.. wow,” Kieran sighs, noticing the gentle fall of snow, and the very subtle dome over the area which protected them from the blizzard.

      As he stepped out, he looked up. He could see the barrier himself, but to most it would be nigh invisible, except for the wall of storm just beyond. The wind had started to howl through the forest as the blizzard outside the village picked up. With a snap of his fingers, the sound was muffled. “Barrier magic is an ancient thing, only younger than healing magic. Millenia have been spent on fine-tuning it, and I’ve spent several of my own centuries studying it and it alone.” He wasn’t the foremost expert on it. There were older beings, fae, demons, gods, and otherwise. They had a better grasp than he, but he was one of the few humans who had put in enough time to qualify as an expert. “Assigning a barrier to a power source is useful. That takes decades to learn. Muffling sound and letting a small part of an exterior storm come through? Vanity, both. Still decades to figure out.”

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kiantrev​

Kieran was more than excited now. As much as he loved a quiet night-in with a good book to read, the nymph also loved festivals and parties. “I’ll meet you at the entrance in 5 minutes!” he said rather gleefully, hurrying out of the study room. The room given to him is just a floor above, the nymph quickly putting on a warm pair of boots, beaded bracelets and rings slid onto his wrist and fingers. He rarely accessorized on a daily basis, often only wearing a simple tunic and pants for comfort.

Soon enough, he’s by the great stairs on the lower floors by the entrance, waiting for Esmond to get ready to head out.

       Seven minutes later, a shadow descended the stairs. Esmond had wrapped himself in a heavy wool cloak, black with a curling silver serpent sewn into it. The collar was high, bordered with pitch black fur. Underneath was an equally lengthy black coat, and a crisp in look but heavy in material modern suit instead of a robe. All blacks and greys and silvers and a flash of deep purple in both the tie and scarf at his neck. On his arm was a heavy green scarf, and he handed it over as soon as he reached the threshold of the door. “I have done my best to shield this place from the weather that I’ve created, but it is still Winter, and we are still in the Alps.”

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“Oh my, a blizzard!” the nymph shivers just at the thought of it. It made sense that with the village’s location closer to the mountains, the area would be getting blizzards in the thick of winter. Of course, Esmond’s fortress is ever warmed by his powerful spells, stretching far out to the borders. Kieran is glad that he’s got a room here. 

“Well, all the more reasons to bring a hot drink to him!” he said, shrugging on a jumper that was left draped over a lamp. “Shall we pop by the festival grounds to see what sort of drinks the people are serving? Have a taste test, or two,” he coaxes again.

      He takes his hand out from under the orb and it floats in place. With a click of his fingers, the liquid in the orb swirls and changes to solid ice. The glass frosts over and crackles as he drags it out to a balcony. “Inside, it will look like a light snowfall. Outside, it will clog the roads and make the forest impassible to any but those who know it.” All that’s really left to do is wedge his staff into place. He does so, and lets the orb float above it. The sky starts to darken and a light flurry starts to fall. It looks the same outside the barrier at the moment, but given time it will build to a terrible blizzard. “Fine. Give me time to get changed. Winter is not kind to the dead.”

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The nymph remains on his cozy burrow, watching Esmond weave his magic. He never really understood how magic works- he just knew that the lich master is very good at his job. "That Russian fellow has been doing a good job at protecting the village borders from intruders with his team," Kieran chimes in, sipping on his hot tea. "I think he's still on duty even for the holiday. Maybe he'd appreciate it if we brought some hot cakes and drink to his outpost in the woods."

      “I gave him a call earlier. Told him to pull his team back within the walls.” His face shifted back to normal as he drew a few symbols with his fingers. His hand disappeared as he pushed it forward, like he was reaching into a pocket in midair. Out came a glass orb the size of a basketball filled with a cloudy, ever-swirling liquid, his staff, and a simple silver ring on his middle finger in place of the onyx one he was wearing previously. “Russian or no, I don’t want him or his men outside of the dome during a blizzard.”

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"But it's Yule! It's a holiday, and you deserve one day off," the nymph pouted. "You can put up a disguise to wear and visit the festival. Life is awfully boring if you just work yourself down to your bones." No pun intended. "You know, it'd be good if the people knew that the necromancer who built a home for them had visited the festival and appreciated their efforts."

      “Holidays are days where everyone lets their guard down. I’m the leader of a village full of creatures that are hunted down like dogs just because sometimes people with similar conditions go on killing sprees. At least let me put up a defense first.” He crossed the room, pulling some kind of half-invisible, flickering tether from one large crystalline structure to another. And then another. And another. They violently shook before a wide net of glyphs and symbols formed around the lot and extended outward, clipping past the walls to the outside. “I usually just form the aegis myself, but I need to weave a storm.”

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He's gotten invitations to the village's Yule party, both in letters and by word of mouth when he's in town. Many of the folk were hopeful to have their resident nymph there, and Kieran could tell that they hoped that Esmond would attend alongside him. "We should go," the nymph says. "Let's have a night out, to enjoy the festivity. Have you seen the decorations they've put up at the town square? Someone even made a tapestry depicting the town history and you're on it!"

      The lich sighed and muttered something under his breath in one of his dustier old languages. The words didn’t translate over to english well, but the tone was obvious. Good grief. “I should hope so, this valley was a Baron’s manor and a farm when I was still alive. I built the castle, walls, and older village buildings. In any case, I have work to do. I may not have the full duties of a baron anymore, but I still have a responsibility as a landowner and administrator. Go on ahead without me.” 

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"I miss my family," the nymph said quietly, still seated on his favorite couch in the corner of Esmond's library. Since the nymph was taken under the lich's protection, Kieran has hoarded a sizeable amount of soft blankets and cushions to make his corners cozy for lounging on while he read. He's tucked a blanket around himself to ward off the winter chill, a pot of tea on the low table. "We used to hold parties for every Yule, invite all the fae in the woods over. It was fun."

      “I stopped hosting Yule Parties in the 1920s, when it stopped being an... obligation. Much like the rest of the duties I had at the time. I never picked it back up in the modern age, because the villagers host their own.” He doesn’t even really celebrate Christmas. Or anything, for that matter, other than the solstices. “I tend not to interfere, but I’m sure they’d welcome you.”