[ The classroom you have stepped in is just as gloomy but well furnished as the rest of Nebulae Institute. Candles light up the room just enough for you to tell the colors of the walls and the desk, and if you squint you can tell how clean and ornate everything is. However, if you weren't alert, you'd be surprised as a coffin burst open suddenly.
Rising from that dark place was a tall, blue-skinned man, his nose notably missing. Stirring as if rousing from sleep, he blinked his red eyes before regarding this new intruder to the classroom. A wicked grin crossed his face. ]
Welcome.
[ In a burst of purple, dreadful energy, a golden lute came to his side. He raises a hand. ]
Class. Is in session. Rise.
[ Aaaaaand most unfortunately, you are not alone with him. The class is now occupied with several skeletons. And they are all dancing. Sure, the Necrodancer didn't exactly sign up for *teaching*, but damned if he wasn't going to show these younglings (whether they be Nebulae students or lost do-gooders) a thing or two about villainy and the power of getting down. ]
The Necrodancer (Octavian) | Crypt of the Necrodancer | (Future?) Teacher at Nebulae
Rising from that dark place was a tall, blue-skinned man, his nose notably missing. Stirring as if rousing from sleep, he blinked his red eyes before regarding this new intruder to the classroom. A wicked grin crossed his face. ]
Welcome.
[ In a burst of purple, dreadful energy, a golden lute came to his side. He raises a hand. ]
Class. Is in session. Rise.
[ Aaaaaand most unfortunately, you are not alone with him. The class is now occupied with several skeletons. And they are all dancing. Sure, the Necrodancer didn't exactly sign up for *teaching*, but damned if he wasn't going to show these younglings (whether they be Nebulae students or lost do-gooders) a thing or two about villainy and the power of getting down. ]