Omrabas: At last, a visitor! Welcome to my... humble abode.
Omrabas: Did I not mention it? You have the exceptional honour of meeting the soul of Omrabas the Black. Presently residing inside this skull.
Omrabas: I used to be a famous necromancer in my lifetime. However some... people... conspired against me and the result you see before you.
Omrabas: I know he used my pupils against me, and when I am back in the flesh he will pay! ...
Omrabas: Never again will I be fooled by other dark brothers. Treacherous lot, all of them... <grumble><mumble>
Omrabas: Yes, obviously I am one of numerous undead here. We are in Drefia, after all.
Omrabas: The sunken, undead soul of Darashia. The breathing, beautiful corpse of a once lively city, glowing darkly, unhealthily, gloriously... but I get carried away.
Omrabas: Besides simple guardings tasks? Hmm. Not very resourceful. And they tend to fall apart.
Player: demon skeleton
Omrabas: Much better servants than simple skeletons. The binding spells are quite complex, though, but the effort is well worth it.
Omrabas: Useless, slobbering things. Only on the lookout for food.
Omrabas: Can be useful. Have an unhealthy appetite, though.
Omrabas: Simple transformation, but not without use. Good servants. Can be quite clever.
Player: grim reaper
Omrabas: Some Grim Reapers haunt a forsaken temple deep under Drefia. Only people with a death wish would venture there!
Omrabas: Nasty little creatures aren't they? The result of failed experiment, but the theory was sound. They can be useful, if you know how to tame them.
Omrabas: Parasites. Came here to profit from our experiments and blood reserves. Arrogant lot, too. Keep to themselves, luckily.
Omrabas: Many restless souls roam the sunken graveyards of Drefia. ...
Omrabas: Whole families are burid here, so if you,re on the search for reletives, just visit thecrypt, you might meet them ...
Omrabas: ... though not in the flesh, as it were. <cackles>
Omrabas: Very single-minded. Smelly. Tend to burn easily.
Omrabas: We always shared a... common interest in undeath.
Omrabas: That king above ground? He's been in charge for quite a while, I understand. No serious rivals, eh? Lucky him.
Omrabas: Ha. Ungrateful imbecile lot. After all I've done for them in my lifetime... <grumble>, <mutter>...
Player: blood priest
Omrabas: If you want my opinion, they're just bloated necromancers, really. Upstart, pretentious lot! Highly ... specialised in the uses of blood, though, which can be useful at times.
Omrabas: The sap of life. The juice of the living, the flow of carnal energies... <sighs wistfully> Oh, to feel it rushing through my veins once again!
Player: shadow pupil
Omrabas: PSST! Keep your voice down, will you? Strange things they do, and - well, just be careful mentioning them, and watch your back around them.
Omrabas: Ah, our dark, stern beauties. Skilled with herbs and masterly dancers. Only drawback is, they charge you heavily for their services.
Omrabas: These lands are ripe for the taking. Give me army of undead, and... <cackles>
Omrabas: The Dragonbone Cementary? Not far from here. Old dragons lay there down to die, it is presumed. Or maybe they were slain there. Or died from a mysterious illness. ...
Omrabas: Anyway, lots of dragon bones there. Skulls, horns, ribs... Only place to find dragon tears, strange things, but that subject requires more study.
Omrabas: That is just the common name, of course. They are not tears, rather a crystal or stone with unusual qualities. ...
Omrabas: They are used in some of the more complex rituals and of coure, to appease the old powers that sleep fitfully here in Drefia.
Omrabas: Yes yes. Easy for you to say!