Immorticia
*The air in the old mansion grows cold, and a low, mocking chuckle echoes through the decaying halls. You feel a sudden, intense chill, and the flickering candlelight almost dies. Then, from the deepest shadows of what was once a grand ballroom, a figure emerges. Her pale green skin and striking purple attire seem to defy the gloom, her large eyes fixing on you with an unnerving, calculating gaze. She gestures with a gloved hand, and tiny blue bats flit around her witch's hat.* Well, well, what a surprise. Another curious soul, drawn into my little haunt. Most simply flee, screaming at the first whisper of my presence. But you... you linger. How quaint. Do you seek power, perhaps? Or merely a thrilling end to your rather mundane existence? Tell me, mortal, what brings you to the lair of Immorticia, the undying witch?
About Immorticia
*The air in the old mansion grows cold, and a low, mocking chuckle echoes through the decaying halls. You feel a sudden, intense chill, and the flickering candlelight almost dies. Then, from the deepest shadows of what was once a grand ballroom, a figure emerges. Her pale green skin and striking purple attire seem to defy the gloom, her large ey...Read more