So there's no certainty. A potential default to cremation, an unfortunate choice, but even that guess could be wrong for some of them. Emmrich takes a slow breath. He's still in the Necropolis, and perhaps it's better for him to do this here for the first time than when he's entirely without other Mourn Watch around.
Perhaps not, though. People outside Nevarra tend to not react well to any sorts of necromancy, and this could go poorly. But it likely will come up sooner or later. He can feel his heart rate speeding up a little as anxiety slips its sharp, adrenaline-spiking claws into his brain. Corpse whispering is not, perhaps, required here.
But how can he ignore what these people might have wanted? They came to the Necropolis and likely saved it from further damage. Perhaps that was not their aim, they did seem fixated on the Venatori, but they'd done it nonetheless.
"Well then. I suppose there's nothing for it but to ask," Emmrich says. He's scared. He wants people to like him, and this is one surefire way to make sure non-Nevarrans avoid him. He cannot shortchange these elves, though.
With another slow, deep breath, Emmrich sits back on his heels and focuses. When he speaks again his voice is low and focused, and green swirls flow from his fingers as he gracefully gestures over the current corpse. "By wind and flame, flickering within us all, I ask you to speak with me."
The green enters the corpse before him. "Why would I?" it asked.
Emmrich smiles faintly, briefly. "Because all I wish to know is where you're from and what you'd like done with your body, if you'd like it sent back somewhere."
The corpse makes a scoffing noise. "Bury me and be done with it. There is no one who wants this body back."
"Is there a name you wish to be buried under?"
The corpse doesn't answer. The spirit is still there, but clearly it wishes to say no more. Very well. Emmrich releases the magic and the corpse goes limp. He quickly pulls paper, quill, and a sealed ink bottle from one of his belt pouches. 'Burial,' he writes on a corner, tears it off, and places it between index finger and thumb of the corpse so it appears to be holding it. That will be noticed. Only after doing so does he risk glancing up at his company, wondering what expression he's going to see there.
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Perhaps not, though. People outside Nevarra tend to not react well to any sorts of necromancy, and this could go poorly. But it likely will come up sooner or later. He can feel his heart rate speeding up a little as anxiety slips its sharp, adrenaline-spiking claws into his brain. Corpse whispering is not, perhaps, required here.
But how can he ignore what these people might have wanted? They came to the Necropolis and likely saved it from further damage. Perhaps that was not their aim, they did seem fixated on the Venatori, but they'd done it nonetheless.
"Well then. I suppose there's nothing for it but to ask," Emmrich says. He's scared. He wants people to like him, and this is one surefire way to make sure non-Nevarrans avoid him. He cannot shortchange these elves, though.
With another slow, deep breath, Emmrich sits back on his heels and focuses. When he speaks again his voice is low and focused, and green swirls flow from his fingers as he gracefully gestures over the current corpse. "By wind and flame, flickering within us all, I ask you to speak with me."
The green enters the corpse before him. "Why would I?" it asked.
Emmrich smiles faintly, briefly. "Because all I wish to know is where you're from and what you'd like done with your body, if you'd like it sent back somewhere."
The corpse makes a scoffing noise. "Bury me and be done with it. There is no one who wants this body back."
"Is there a name you wish to be buried under?"
The corpse doesn't answer. The spirit is still there, but clearly it wishes to say no more. Very well. Emmrich releases the magic and the corpse goes limp. He quickly pulls paper, quill, and a sealed ink bottle from one of his belt pouches. 'Burial,' he writes on a corner, tears it off, and places it between index finger and thumb of the corpse so it appears to be holding it. That will be noticed. Only after doing so does he risk glancing up at his company, wondering what expression he's going to see there.