Nymphetamine heard the queen call for the members of the Kingdom, he was new here are eager to prove himself as a useful member of the kingdom. Only Killdare and Straia knew of his position and the job he had been given through a gutsy move on his part. But the Raven Queen was far from trusting. She and Killdare had sent him forth, with instructions to gather the needed information from their most recent victims. Nymphetamine was eager to continue this- the end goal still in sight. He knew the importance of proving himself, he knew Straia was leary of him, so When she called he would come, as quickly as he could. The blood bay necromancer worked his way to the gathering hearing and seeing many crowded around the fae with the feather crown.
Nymphetamine settles in among them, listening to all they have to saw, being new, he knows better than to over step any of the beasts who rank higher than he. He watches, the proud Killdare take his promotion, and then sees the shiver run through Shaytan as she acknowledges the promotion… there were other there too, a wolf-shifter he had not meet, and the head of the soldier cast, Warship, that Killdare had mentioned to him earlier. Nymphetamine knew not where he would be the best suited, outside of his information passing he was doing in secret. The young necromancer would offer up his help in anyway0 he had after all bowed in fealty before he left to continue spying.
Nymphetamine stood proud letting his voice join the others, dark baritone rasps snaked through the air. He spoke mostly to Straia, but the others as well, as he should make himself known. ”I am willing to help, wherever you feel by abilities best fit , my Queen. I am too new to comment the altruism of our alliances, but I will do what I can to strength Chamber’s victory.”
He felt Straia’s invisible raven shift upon his back, it was ever present, a constant reminder that he was still earning the Queen’s trust. The queen knew of his necromancy, and he didn’t feel the need to raise the dead to make a show, better let Straia take the lead and place where he could. Considering his double agent status he had a feeling the peace cast may be a more useful placing- he could manipulate gates for them. He was constantly working with Mast, working into his inner circle, gaining his trust. He was doing the same here, the constant struggle of the spy game he worked in- there was always mistrust. He looked at the Queen and waited. Time would give him his answer and until then, he waited.
Nymphetamine
cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me: a rose in the rain
ooc: kyra, i hope you don't mind that I posted here before our other thread was done, but I wanted to keep things moving
