Only, once we got there it quickly became apparent that things were totally fucked. People kept dying, no one really knew what the fuck was going on. Everyone became super suspicious of everyone else, all the necros were treating it like a competition rather than something they could help each other out with, and the crazy deaths were not helping. A cluster-fuck, basically.
[A cluster-fuck, indeed. Her mind veers sharply away from Magnus’ shattered body, from what had happened to Jeannemary and Isaac. Slowly, she shakes her head.]
Anyway, it turns out a Lyctor had arrived on the planet along with the rest of us, posing as the Seventh House adept and puppeting around her dead cavalier. She'd killed him and the real adept before the shuttle even docked. Turns out this Lyctor was like, super pissed with God and didn't want any new Lyctors being made. So she went on a killing spree, finished off most of us before we even knew she was there. She revealed herself in the end, and those of us who were left tried our hardest to kick her ass, but like...we're talking Lyctor here. Almost God-tier powers, and then us, a bunch of young necros and their cavs. The best in the whole system, sure, but this Lyctor was like, ten thousand years old. We were celestially screwed.
[This is getting long though, so she decides to skip over some details. Sticks with the things that - to her mind - matter most.]
Anyway, we put up a good fight. But me, my adept, and the Sixth House cav wound up backed into a corner. We were all half-dead, hiding behind a bone shield, trying to figure out what to do. But like, remember the thing about cavs and their necros? Well, we figured out right before the Lyctor fight that the true meaning of the creepy 'one flesh, one end' vow we're both meant to take when adept and cav are sword to each other is waaaaay more literal than we thought. To become a Lyctor, the cav's gotta die, and through a bunch of theorems and shit the necro has gotta like, chow down on their soul as it leaves their body and absorb them into themselves. The cav becomes like an eternal battery pack and battle ability for their necro.
[She lets out a lot breath, brings her gaze up to meet Shepard's.]
Soooooooo. You can probably guess where this is going. We either all died pointlessly hiding behind a bone, or someone had to Lyctor up. I wasn't about to watch Harrow and Cam die. So I did the only sensible thing left. I forced Harrow's hand…killed myself so she had to eat me or let my death be for nothing. And then we kicked that fucking Lyctor's ass. But yeeeeah, that kinda left me dead. Or like, absorbed into Harrow. However you wanna look at it.
[And because she isn't one to dwell on hardship, or to allow a tense atmosphere to linger, she sparks Shepard a grin.]
tl;dr incoming
[She says, rocking back on her chair.]
Only, once we got there it quickly became apparent that things were totally fucked. People kept dying, no one really knew what the fuck was going on. Everyone became super suspicious of everyone else, all the necros were treating it like a competition rather than something they could help each other out with, and the crazy deaths were not helping. A cluster-fuck, basically.
[A cluster-fuck, indeed. Her mind veers sharply away from Magnus’ shattered body, from what had happened to Jeannemary and Isaac. Slowly, she shakes her head.]
Anyway, it turns out a Lyctor had arrived on the planet along with the rest of us, posing as the Seventh House adept and puppeting around her dead cavalier. She'd killed him and the real adept before the shuttle even docked. Turns out this Lyctor was like, super pissed with God and didn't want any new Lyctors being made. So she went on a killing spree, finished off most of us before we even knew she was there. She revealed herself in the end, and those of us who were left tried our hardest to kick her ass, but like...we're talking Lyctor here. Almost God-tier powers, and then us, a bunch of young necros and their cavs. The best in the whole system, sure, but this Lyctor was like, ten thousand years old. We were celestially screwed.
[This is getting long though, so she decides to skip over some details. Sticks with the things that - to her mind - matter most.]
Anyway, we put up a good fight. But me, my adept, and the Sixth House cav wound up backed into a corner. We were all half-dead, hiding behind a bone shield, trying to figure out what to do. But like, remember the thing about cavs and their necros? Well, we figured out right before the Lyctor fight that the true meaning of the creepy 'one flesh, one end' vow we're both meant to take when adept and cav are sword to each other is waaaaay more literal than we thought. To become a Lyctor, the cav's gotta die, and through a bunch of theorems and shit the necro has gotta like, chow down on their soul as it leaves their body and absorb them into themselves. The cav becomes like an eternal battery pack and battle ability for their necro.
[She lets out a lot breath, brings her gaze up to meet Shepard's.]
Soooooooo. You can probably guess where this is going. We either all died pointlessly hiding behind a bone, or someone had to Lyctor up. I wasn't about to watch Harrow and Cam die. So I did the only sensible thing left. I forced Harrow's hand…killed myself so she had to eat me or let my death be for nothing. And then we kicked that fucking Lyctor's ass. But yeeeeah, that kinda left me dead. Or like, absorbed into Harrow. However you wanna look at it.
[And because she isn't one to dwell on hardship, or to allow a tense atmosphere to linger, she sparks Shepard a grin.]
I always did wanna get inside her.