NOTE:Here I am introducing everyone to the "antagonist" of sorts. Have fun. Warning: There is a bit of torture... not that graphic, though.
The Other
The light filtered green through the high treetops. The earth toned colors shifted vibrantly as a great wind took those fragile arms and shook them. Then everything grew still. A sound could be heard in the distance: the sound of metal pinging against metal. The trees breathed a sigh, a sigh of despair. The tallest oak groaned as it shifted once more in the wind but was caught short when a short pair of teeth lodged themselves into the root structure. A great mist surrounded the oak and as its hands reached out for the last time towards the sun, the bark glazed over and became a gleaming sheet of silver metal. One by one each tree was bitten by the land-shaper. One by one each tree succumbed to the call.
The elder elf sat down upon an enlarged toadstool. A rather comfortable seat, it was triggered to shoot off the best smelling spores every sunturn. Vanadoros drummed his fingers slowly on his desk as he looked at the map. The Praetor had spared no time in sending out hunting parties. He didn't want to, but he might have to resort to killing his own people. Vanadoros sighed and sat back against the tent's wall.
"Father!" he heard his daughter call out and the tent flap opened to reveal her. She was rather tall for an elf, just under five feet tall. She had a nice figure and always wore very little clothing (and was always scolded about that). "Father, the well-wishers and the clerics are beginning to get restless. They want to know what we are waiting on."
In the distance a long howl pierced the night. The torches themselves shivered and Vanadoros grimaced. He looked to his daughter and with all the calmness he could manage, told Ny'mfail.
"That is what we were waiting for, my dear." He moved a small figurine on the map to stand right next to the army of approaching elves. The figurine was tall, lanky, and missing many patches of skin. A zombie.
Ein Frostburne stood on top of a tall rock watching the great damage that his army was doing. The mass of crawling, creeping creatures were making swift work of the small elvish hunting party. Ein turned around to his personal necromancer. The lithe sorcereress almost cackled at she poked at the thought prison encasing the elvish warrior. The necromancer looked at the being's soul and yelled out.
"Tell us who has sent you." She hissed out.
"Never, you evil, undead skum!" The proud warrior lifted a hidden blade from her belt and attempted to slice open her own neck, but the blade simply passed through her. She yelled out again and began beating on the crystalline walls. "Let me out of here"
"I'm sorry. We can't quite do that, but we can help you. Tell us who sent you and your soul will be released from the suffering." The necromancer tapped on the base of the thought prison and wracking pains thread through the "body" of the warrior. She screamed out a high pitched wail of pain. The nim, finished with their snack, surrounded the thought prison cackling in delight at the torture of the poor soul.
"I'll never--AH! Tell you!" She spat on the crystalline wall and the pains shot through again in a wave of agony.
"You will suffer that pain for all eternity if you don't tell us so we can't relieve your soul." The necromancer smiled and touched the glass.
"I came from... the High-city Aeronesti...ARGH! Now stop the pain, please." The warrior had tears rolling down her face.
"I love it when they beg. Hah hah hah!" The necromancer waved her staff in front of the thought prison and then tapped on the base. The warrior's soul looked relieved at first, but then a different feeling came upon her. She began screaming as she shifted through the wall. The nim reached out and ran their razor-like claws through the misty soul. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she settled onto the ground. The new nim smiled and ripped out all of her hair and began stroking the faces of the other nim. They all threw their heads back and cackled once more. Ein smiled.