Back To Evil Business {PRIVATE}

I guess you know the drill about the form!

You are an Evil Overlord, one bent on conquering your stereotypical fantasy world because it's in your job description. You had absolutely everything to get it done: unrequited power exclusive to yourself, loyal minions who do absolutely everything you want, a nice lair to call home, and the drive to see it through!

Too bad the first time around went so wrong. How wrong? Well, your minions got obliterated, your fancy lair got looted and burnt to the ground, and you died... Over two hundred years ago.

Don't worry, some of your surviving minions managed to get the resurrection spell working, and now it's time to conquer the world! ... Or at least, not die as quickly this time around.

There's also a "slight problem". You see, when your minions tried the resurrection spell to bring you back, they kinda botched it. I don't know if they said the wrong incantation, but now you're kinda bodiless... With a severe case of amnesia.

You can try staring at the mirror and see if you can recall what you look like

lets use this for the rp

(no image? I can roll with a description, but I need a clue as to what she looks like for plot purposes)

"...k, ..... .a...g .p!"

".a....?"

"..s..r? .a. ..u h... ..?"

"M.s.er?"

"Master!"

You jolt up the moment you realize you're conscious only to fall back down with numbness. You couldn't feel most of your body for some stupid reason, and your blurry eyesight refused to clear up any faster. Judging by the shape of the two figures you probably saw, they were likely little fae that served under your command. The marigold light outside told you it was either early or late into the day, but you couldn't be for sure. But one thing made itself clear once your vision righted itself enough to make most things out.

It wasn't that common that the Mistress of the Manor to be in... such a state as she was then; her minions didn't question her as her fey minions tended to her every step of her way like obedient servants (it was also noteworthy that something felt a bit off about Melena's body; her steps were lighter, and her presence wasn't exactly as daunting as before). And the moment Melena stepped out of her room (though finding new clothes was probably a first priority), she'd realize just how much of her estate had survived.

Though the manor itself was in remarkable shape for the centuries it had remained untouched, it was clear that her once innumerable servants had all but died out. There were a few shadows of some living statues lying dormant outside, but most had crumbled from years of neglect. The beastkin that once populated her abode as her servants now all but existed, with none to be in sight at all.

It was as if the manor had been abandoned since her fall...

Unfortunately for Melena's, not a single response came out aside from the two fae by her side. The manor was devoid of life, except for those three.

"We're all that's left Mistress... The others faded with time." Came one of the two's response, lightly hovering by the Sorceress' side. "It's been... Over two hundred years since..."

(probably makes more sense if they were niece and nephew...)

The lesser fae that hadn't spoken yet chose that time to respond. "W-we dedicated most of our time to trying to bring you back Master. A-and we took care of your home as best as we could..." She said, her words echoed by the remarkable state the palace was in for the most part.

"We couldn't go after them without you Mistress." Interrupted the other fae, fluttering out to Melena's side. Ah, yes: them. The nuisances that had to be Melena's own family by extension. Of course it was the human side of the family; humans had a tendency to cause trouble wherever they went, and those two were no exception. Unlike Melena's Elven side of the family, the human side caused both grief to her initial try at dominion. "The Beastkin left after you died, and the statues turned back to... Well... statues without your magic. We did our best to keep trespassers out."

Judging by the condition of the entire palace, Melena's would have little issue with rebuilding. Conquest and Revenge could wait; she needed her legions of loyal minions first. She could try restoring life to whatever statues remained standing around for a start...

(only slightly more comedic; be prepared to see Murphy's Law in play a lot)

It took a brief moment for the magic to take effect, but once the statue twitched, it was done. The winged feline shuddered to life as it looked around with unblinking eyes, ready to do whatever was commanded of it. That was the first statue...

Suddenly, one of the fae fluttered up to Melena's side and hesitated for a few moments. "U-um... If Master needs to rebuild, maybe she could try summoning a Familiar?"

Most Sorcerers, Witches especially, typically made deals with demons for carious reasons. In exchange for the unlimited power and total obedience from the demon, the summoner paid a price: sometimes their soul, other times things like their sight, or more unsavory things... Having a Familiar would easily tip the balance of power in Melena's power... If she was willing to pay a price.

(I hope you don't mind me playing Melena a bit)

After hours of preparation, carefully drawing the circle over and over, erasing it every time she made a mistake, it was ready.

After drawing the final symbol, the centerpiece, Melena immediately moved away - careful not to step on any part of the drawn circle. Then would've been a bad time to mess up. Without having to do anything of her own accord, a being materialized, bathed in growing shadows of the circle.

Standing before her was a wolf beyond that of its brethren. Fur blacker than the shadow's it came from coated the beast from nose to tail, covering the muscular, impeccably strong frame with which it survived. Rows of canines whiter than snow hid with a strong jaw, each sharp enough to rend bone and flesh indiscriminately and effortlessly. It's eyes were a crimson of unruly nature, and they stared as if gazing into her soul. This was not a creation of Mother Earth, that much was clear...

The last of the circle had burned away as the Wolf stared unflinchingly at Melena, ignoring her clear declaration in favor of just staring. It was certainly strong, and it was large enough to compare to a small horse. Its midnight fur was almost impossible to tell apart from the dark, and shadows danced at the paws of the lupine.

It was a Dire Wolf. To most humans, Sure Wolves were prehistoric beasts long dead. To those who truly knew them, the Dire Wolves were manifestations of darkness, corrupted into sentience. This gives them the uncanny ability to phase between Physical and Incorporeal forms, and if given time, gain humanlike intelligence. They might be powerful, but they were not immortal.

With only the barest of nods did the Dire Wolf acknowledge Melena's command, slowly dissipating into a sickly black smoke until it had completely disappeared. The Sorceress wouldn't have to worry about results; any knowledgeable person would rightly fear a Dire Wolf.

All that was left to do was wait; there were still so many things to do, many things to figure out. One good case would be whatever happened while she had been dead.