Don't come to me with troubles of your ancestors. I'm not a deathspeaker, I'm a necromancer. A commander of the dead. I speak to them and tell them what to do; I don't particularly care what they have to say in response.

Quieter brother of Erovra, Dusita is nonetheless a formidible warrior in his own right- he's a necromancer, a dangerous magician with dark powers at his command. While Erovra is happy to take her enemies head-on in combat, Dusita prefers to undermine their strength and siphon their energy to use as his own. Thus he is pleased to appear beside Erovra in battle- while she is the fierce winds and rain of a storm, he is the lightning and unseen energies that rage behind the dark clouds. He can twist and warp the flesh of other creatures into gruesome and unnatural shapes, and that is only a mere indicator of what he can do to their spirits. In some ways, he is even more menacing than Erovra is.

Who passes - oh. You. _____________________________

Well, don't sound so excited to see me. _______________________

Excuse my mannerisms if I, myself, in my current form, am not entirely enthused to meet you alone in a dark hallway at the dead of night.

I have absolutely zero interest in you. You are useless to me. Too many attachments, too much love in your life, or what have you. No; you're not worth taking.

This... brings me no comfort. ____________________________

That's fine; it really wasn't meant to. _________________________

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