The World of Secfenia

Methinks the unlife is single minded and no room for other than a straight line. Ghosts have single purposes they do over and over again never changing. The same would be for most anyone not quite all there. When the purpose is fufilled its all over. Ghosts disappear in the netherworld their quest f...

Thank you for the welcome. (a feverish chill radiates from it and the scent of earth exudes from Wagnard's form) I am pleased to meet more people outside the tavern. If you need anything of course I do not sleep so I can be around day and night. Preferably night. For some reason it appeals to me mor...

There is no future, you are all eventually doomed. There is no point in polling such a thing. Mind as well just do that sleep and eat and find work for shiny coins to buy ornaments and more food. But don't mind a pile of animated flesh.

Wagnard reads the waybill intently. It is unsure what a "ball" is but a festival sounded like something to attend with vehemence. It was about time to seek out who was in the town other than the few that moved back and forth in the taverns. Certainly the people it has encountered would be ...

Thats crazy. Ha ha ha! No, being not quite alive is very interesting. Liches have only one unhealthy overriding desire that borders on the insanity you ascribe. That being the consumption of knowledges. They traded their limited form for a more immortal one in order to keep their intellect so they ...

What is it like to not have a definite lifespan? What is it like to be not quite dead but moving around faking it like you are? I know there is quite a few personages out there that just don't quite get it that souls stuck in our bodies are for suckers, and that undeath's where its all at. By all m...

Wagnard the Lich stayed in the background, as its aura of intense chilling cold tended to kill plants and freeze up any water fonts. Mmmm destruction, it nodded. Yes destruction was where its at. Life is fleeting and miserable and nothing to look forward to. This sermon was at the heart of the matte...

Thank you I suppose its important to be liked, I think. Not entirely sure if the feeling is mutual from others, though! I suppose if there is room for a sorta living thing this must be a pretty relaxed town.

(smell of rotten eggs and death assails nostrils)

Erm ahem, I know, I know, I appear "dead" but I am not. Forgot to add me to the list of "living" folk looking to socialize. Of course I can earn your respect... or at least not disgust you. Thanks!

(sinews cracking and patches of bone showing though, looking perpetually falling apart, with a glow in his eyes) Yes I am alive... sort of. Kind of a trade with them so-called "dark powers", heh heh. However it seems I need to get into people's social graces to advance here in some way, so...