She slowly climbed the stairs of her home, an odd feeling overcoming her. Reaching the roof, she dropped a pouch of gold into a chest and slowly scanned her surroundings. The forest was oddly silent. Something was wrong.

Quietly she made her way down the ladder to the middle floor. As she turned, something caught her eye. Two crimson pin points stared at her from the shadowed corner of the room. Then, wondering how she had missed it, she caught the scent of decay. The figure that accompanied the two red eyes shambled forward. Scraps of rotted clothing, apparently they were once of good quality, clung to the shape. Where it's limbs could be seen, straps of black leather wound their way around acting as a binding, giving it a mummified look. It's head was wrapped similarly and a grotesque goat skull headdress sat securely atop it.

It shambled forward. Myra stood firmly, only leaning away very slightly when it raised a hand towards her. Suddenly it had a hold of her bare arm. It's fingers, like talons, bit into her flesh slightly and gripped her firmly with a surprising strength. With it's other hand it traced the now bare places on her arms, where she had just recently borne Mord'sythe's marks. Releasing her arms, it shambled down the ladder to the lower floor. Myra followed, uncertain what to make of this strange visitor.

It moved to her bookshelves. The first book it pulled down was a copy of the journal that had been discovered in the hidden enclave. The figure pointed out the entry that made mention of a Scion draining Jerrel to a mummified corpse. It then pulled the book on Baal'morda from it's place, tossing it on the floor and turning it's pages. Myra's eyes followed its fingers, as it brought her attention to the phrase 'to gain sustenance'.

The eyes shifted from the books to her. Their unspoken question obvious. "How." Myra shook her head, offering up what she could, which she discovered was not much. She tried to explain things from a scholarly view point, mentioning that the Scions tapped into their victims' life energies and drained it away. And that through a special link, their master was fed. Reaching up, the creature flung it's headdress to the floor. It clattered against the stone in the silence. Myra took a step back, finding the wall blocking her way, as she beheld the gruesome visage of a greatly decayed lich.

It moved nearer to her. One hand rubbing its rotting throat, its mouth opened... but no sound came out. Again the thing opened its mouth, and with great effort seemed to produce a rasping sound. She concentrated to understand what it was saying... "How... do I.. becommmm...whole." She blinked at the figure, as it slouched from the effort put into creating sound she could understand.

She stumbled over the same information, in a different manner. The creatured moved back, retrieving it's headdress. As she fumbled through her thoughts, revealing nothing new at all, it became angry and grabbed another book from the shelves, throwing it to the floor. She looked down. It was the book she had written. Her "Study of Scions". She flinched slightly, remembering the foolish theories and overlooked clues in that book. It pointed to the excerpts of her writing that spoke of her first experience in draining life. In particular, her description of feeling refreshed.

"I don't... know how...Trenton... he denided that he had made it so with the marks..." She bit her lower lip nervously, not knowing what else to say.

The figure's eyes began to glow brighter and the air swelled with the impression of his anger and frustration. Taking the book, it smashed it against the bookshelf it had come from, splintering the wood a bit. With this display, it dropped the book and slouched, remaining motionless for a few long moments.

Myra ventured a question of her own "...who are you...?"

Slowly it opened her book again, flipping the pages to point out a singular word. Her eyes widened and she paled a bit. She looked at him. "I..." Her thoughts fled and the ability to speak or move elluded her. The figure closed the book and pushed it across the floor towards her. The eyes focused on her, as she stood there in shock. Not a sound was made, but Myra could hear the thing's thoughts as if it had spoken them plainly. "Discover how..."

With an arcane gesture, the figure disappeared. Myra looked down at the book and opened the book to the page, to the word that the figure had indicated...

"Khellenduras"