There is a single place of Alliel's realm that survives and that is is a crystal tower.  It was originally filled with books and potions but all of those were destroyed in the shattering leaving it a wierd realm of shifting lights and empty shelves and bins.  Outside is the realm she stole souls from so they might not be happy to see her (if there are any survivors) but probably won't recognise her.

Her people, the Alchemists, are best described as a cross between a pig, a warthog and a praying mantis.  Short, hairy with random chitinous plates they are hideous to behold in every sense of the word.  They normally wear red robes to hide themselves and carry short golden wands filled with various chemicals.

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There is a strange, fallen world in Naggurtyi. Surrounding the Tower was a large desert of black glass, the center of the Realm held under superstition by the amphibious, many-legged creatures that dwell and worship on the fringes. They know great evil lurks within the center of the Dry, but they dare not brave it - not yet.

Alliel woke to claws bouncing up and down on her.  A small creature was attempting to retrieve something from a shelf above her head and she tossed the creature across the room with a thought.  She shook her head to clear it of whatever was causing it to be so difficult to think and stood.  Almost without thinking she picked up a slender metal rod that was lying against one wall and used it to lean upon.  It fitted her as if it was built to serve in that role and seemed almost a part of her.  Looking round her she found herself staring into a pool carved from obsidian and filled with a liquid that was matt black.  She lowered the tip of the rod into it cautiously and nodded sagely as the function of the pool returned to her.  She laughed, a sound that simultaneously rippled like silver and ripped across eardrums like a bandsaw and turned to the item she knew had to be there.

((Ack! choose a new avatar you look like balast!))

(No - This was always Alliel - Balast looked like a suit of armor.  I got halfway through changing characters to Alliel a while back and never bothered to change the image.)

((Oh, lol. Well then carry on. ^_^))

The pool of obsidian ripples with unease almost at hearing the laughter of it's chosen Lady. Otherwise the temple within the Tower is dark and unoccupied; most of the warriors bound to Alliel  would sleep in the higher quarters.

There, upon the altar, was what she was after: the sign of her Height, the dreaded Book.

Alliel smiles and moves her hands towards the book.  As she does so a strange wriggling starts in her fingers that seems to engulf them to the second knuckle.  With a slightly quizzical look she withdraws her hands and watches as the fingers fall off.  She regards the remaining stumps for just a second before they begin to regrow slowly.  She moves her gaze away and moves to stand close to the book before nodding decisively to herself and turning back to the pool.  Without a further thought she moves through the portal.

Seconds later she reappears with her fingers intact and walks over to the book and places one hand on the cover.

"By my Name and the powers of darkness I command you to answer me my servant.  Tell me of your nature and abilities."
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(Sorry, Alliel doesn't have a shapeshifting/crafting ability.. so I'm afraid I"ll have to veto the bone-darts unless you give me sufficient reason otherwise.)

I am the tome known as the Omnisprechtlin Augerstus. This is the most recent title given to me, but know that  I am written in no language known to man, spirit or God. I have the power to change the energetic currents of a being, change her moods, her abilities. I serve one master only, and that is myself. You cannot command me, godling.

The book's voice was booming, ominous, doomed and dark.

(Um how about )

"I cannot command you?  Fair enough.  Then can I negotiate with you?  I am Alliel, lady of the Dark Arts and I seek that which is beyond my ken.  If your language is unknown to all then I must rely on you as the translator correct?  In that case I must know your desires and thoughts and I beseech you to share them with you that we may come to an agreement." 

(Oh, shit, sorry. I've made too many of these mistakes, recently. It's fine.)

I wish only vengeance on he who wrote me, who worded me, who confined my broiling, twisting spirit to the letters, the blasted glyphs, within. I seek his eternal death. I seek my own destruction. If you can help me in my goals, godling, than I shall help you.

(Nah - it's too easy to lose track of small things.  Keep checking them - I don't mind ;)  )

"Something of your power is likely to have been forged by one with impressive power no?  Tell me then my friend how I may find the one who crafted you and his name.  I cannot promise to destroy him now but I can aim to do so in the future."

Then perhaps, godling, I shall keep it to myself. For now. You might pay me in murder, however, to hire my services. You have power, I see.

The Book's voice was black, wretched, but not unkind.

"Blood calls to you as well then.  Murder I do for my own ends but I can surely do it for you as well."

She lifted her hands and stared at them, flexing the fingers.

"I am a huntress in truth and my prey is the world itself.  The time has come to distil the world through my own power until it is refined into the pure element that shall be exalted.  Can you tell me anything about the world outside this tower?  I know something is wrong out there but I am unsure what has happened to this tower and place."

I cannot. The Book was almost sad in its proclamation of impotence, a strange sobriety having overcome it. It is beyond my purview. I can tell you that beyond the wasteland that grips this tower are lush forests filled with fruits and strange creatures, but beyond that.. I cannot.

Alliel smirks at the book.

"Even that is useful information.  I know more than I did a second ago and for that I thank you.  Now I feel that I need to stretch my limbs.  We will speak further when I return."

She turns and heads down the tower to the main door and out into the outside world.

Outside, upon the black sands surrounding the Tower, it was deathly hot, the obsidian sun casting down an intense heat upon the land. There was nothing else about her - not even the scuttling of scorpions or the slithering of snakes.