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[rhairael]

The Strangest Thing

Oftentimes her mind would wander back to that night. All of the wine and food they had prepared, most of which went long forgotten as soft gasps and heavy groans began to fill the room. Sweat practically soaked through the sheets beneath the four bodies that laid there once the night was over, each couple pressed closed together, lazy grins on the lips of each. 

It was an odd night--albeit an enjoyable one that went on for many, many hours. It was still odd, however. Odd, solely because of the reasoning behind the night’s adventures.

It had been months, though the ache in her back and the occasional bouts of nausea that had troubled her after a few weeks made it feel like it had been much, much longer.

A quiet sigh fell from the warlock’s lips, a sound that easily caught the ears of the much taller woman standing a short ways behind her. The air shifted, and before Rhäi’raël could even blink she felt the strong, solid arms coiling around her form from behind, followed shortly by the soft, tender, albeit frigid kisses along her neck that had her shuddering. A slight, lazy grin slid its way over plum-painted lips as the blonde hummed, leaning back into her wife’s embrace as she felt the woman’s hands slowly wander down along her sides, before slipping further around to cradle the just noticeable bulge of the shorter woman’s stomach. 

She didn’t have to see her wife to know that there was a smile on the Necromancer’s face. There always was, lately--except, of course, for when anyone dared get too close to the mother-to-be. Then, she was all teeth and snarls and threats, seeming more akin to a beast than an elf. But any other time, the smile seemed practically glued to the older woman’s lips.

Rhäi’raël, in contrast, smiled far less, though not due to unhappiness. More often than not, it was simply due to her mind being lost in thought. While she in no way regretted their decision--quite the opposite, in fact--she did spend much of her time simply feeling... puzzled. Surprised, even.

It was the strangest thing, really. Years ago, even back while Lindraellil’s hair still hung at her shoulders in strands of gold and their eyes glowed blue for an entirely different reason, Rhäi’raël never imagined herself baring a child for the pair. She swore to herself that she would not have a child of her own--both out of an unspoken fear of treating her children as her father treated her, and simply for believing that having a child would interfere with her studies.

And yet, here she was, just shy of being almost halfway through her pregnancy, carrying their daughter that the monk had blessed them with.

“How do you feel?” 

The necromancer’s voice had the blonde’s emerald gaze snapping up suddenly, locking on the woman behind her through the reflection in the mirror. After a moment, a gentle grin found its way across the warlock’s lips as her body relaxed finally, slumping back into the other’s strong hold.

“I feel just fine,” she responded in earnest as her head rolled back, resting against the woman’s chest as she darted her gaze upwards, glancing back at the older woman, who smiled down at her, slowly beginning to rub her hand around the warlock’s stomach.

“Good,” she began, before shifting her weight, pushing the warlock forward just enough so she could move to stand in front of her wife. After a moment, she leaned down, gently pressing her ice-cold lips to the woman’s far warmer ones, pulling away a moment later as a hand came up to cup the woman’s cheek, her thumb stroking along the subtly glowing fel scars in the woman’s flesh. “You are so beautiful...” 

The necromancer’s words had the warlock blinking, despite the fact that they had been a rather common occurrence as of late. The further along the warlock became, the more enamored the Death Knight seemed to become with her wife--a fact that always had the warlock smiling in the end despite herself. 

lindraellil

[rhairael]

Lindraellil & Rhäi’raël Tye’dori

I just... I had to post this. Looking at these two like this makes me grin and bounce around like a little school girl. Reposting these from my art blog. 

Talah Arkhana has the most gorgeous leaders.

[rhairael]

Unfamiliar Faces

Soft sighs began to fall from her lips every twenty steps or so as her gaze slowly cast over her surroundings, taking in the faces she passed. Unfamiliar faces, at that.

Where were all of the more familiar faces? Gone, it seemed. Were they in Draenor, like the rest of her own family, sans a few? Had they been killed? Or had the familiar faces simply disappeared from existence by some other means? She was unsure. The only thing she was absolutely sure of was that Silvermoon seemed... different. That was putting it lightly.

While yes, night had long since befallen the city, casting it in a veil of shadow that chilled the stone floor and made her long robes feel somewhat less heavy, she still recalled many similar nights of months past where even nightfall did nothing to quiet the busy streets. The “Row” seemed to be the most populated, but even then, not by much. 

Oh, how she silently begged to come across at least one familiar face, even an unwelcome one. 

But there were none. At the least, there were none walking the streets.

Another sigh, and another set of long, heavy steps against the too-clean ground carried the warlock across the city, tracing along routes she once followed while on duty. In time she found her destination, bringing her to the door she had grown so fond of seeing whenever she returned from Draenor. A gentle smile curled on plum-painted lips as she reached a hand out, placing it on the dark handle, only for it to turn beneath her grasp.

With another soft breath, she looked upwards, emerald orbs meeting icy-blue ones staring back down at her. A slight grin curled on her lips, almost perfectly mirroring the one that curled on the pale lips just south of those icy orbs. Without a word, she slid forward, raising her hands to gently cradle the smooth, cold flesh that formed the one familiar face she adored the most. The only face that she really needed to see on a regular basis.

Dark thumbs gently swept over high, strong cheek-bones before dropping instead to cradle the taller woman’s jaw as she finished ascending the steps, pushing her weight onto her toes as she leaned upwards, pressing her lips to the other’s in a gentle embrace. The coolness of the woman’s mouth against her own had her melting nonetheless, her body pressing forward, flattening against the other’s large form. 

Muscled arms coiled around her thin waist, somehow drawing the shorter woman in even closer, dragging her backwards into the house in the process, much to the blonde’s amusement. A soft chuckle clicked in the back of the warlock’s throat as she slowly broke from the kiss, again peering up at her wife with a gentleness few were graced with seeing outside of the pair’s humble home. 

“Did you enjoy your walk?” The other spoke only seconds after the kiss broke, her hold on the other remaining firm.

A soft snort was the first response the necromancer received, causing a single silver brow to perk somewhat higher on the woman’s face than its twin.

“I’m afraid our beloved city has lost much of its appeal as of late. All of the people here are rather boring--Both to look at, and to listen to,”

For reasons not immediately known to the warlock, her words seemed to bring a smirk to the necromancer’s lips initially, a chuckle soon following as the taller woman drew the blonde in closer, sliding one of her hands down further along her wife’s back, darting it down over the curve of the woman’s rear to give a playful, semi-rough squeeze.

“Not all are boring,” she finally responded a moment later, leaving the warlock snorting, her eyes rolling as she lifted one of her hands from the woman’s jaw, instead simply slapping gently at the woman’s cheek.

“Oh yes, how could I forget? You are both the most attractive and interesting person within the city, dear,”

“You said it, not me,”

Another snort, and another soft chuckle of resignation, were the necromancer’s reward for her quip, the warlock’s head shaking as she leaned forward against the other’s chest, her head tilting upwards so she could press another soft kiss to the other’s mouth, effectively silencing any other smart comments the necromancer may have been tempted to add.

lindraellil

[rhairael]

Lindraellil & Rhäi’raël Tye’dori

It’s been a while since I made any kind of edit of these two together, so, here! I’ve been trying to experiment a lot more with posing in model viewer alone since I’m clueless as far as any kind of 3D software, but I still want to make more interesting pictures. This was the outcome of such experimentation.

In hindsight, this isn’t perfect. The more I zoom out in model viewer, the more pixel-y things look. One of these days when lindraellil is asleep, I may have to hijack her computer for the purpose of making use of her bigass monitor (which is actually my TV). The ratio of it is a lot more forgiving for making shit like this.

Anyway, I’ll quit rambling now c:

[rhairael]

Lessons in Necromancy (Part 2)

A timeskip (and still no sleep on my or lindraellil‘s parts) has led to Rhäi’s long, long awaited official raising of an undead. From an RP point of view it’s been a number of days, nearly a week, perhaps. This particular RP has been a good bit faster and more to the point (probably due in good part to personal exhaustion on mine and Katie’s parts), but I did get a little wordy around the interesting parts. 

This isn’t all of the RP, but it is the most interesting parts, at the very least.

Lindraellil looked around the room for a moment before looking to her wife. "Alright, today is the day we will see if you will be able to raise a undead of your own. Now, obviously you are going to have to try and coax a soul into a body that is most likely not its Lindraellil own, which could prove to be quite taxing on you." she said as she moved over to one of the near by crypts, pushing open the lid to pull out one of the tightly wrapped corpses from it, carrying it over to the warlock before laying it down infront of her. Lindraellil "These bodies have been here for years and will make a terrbile host for whatever soul you put into it, but since we don't have access to a fresher one, this is going to have to do." she said as she stood back up. "We will also not be using runes this Lindraellil time, at least for your first attempt. You need to try and put the soul where you want it without the help of their beacon, must as you would if you were summoning on in battle." Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori stood still in the very center of the room as her wife strayed towards one of the crypts and back again, her brow perking as she watched the woman place the wrapped corpse on the ground before her. "The bodies contained here can not be far worse off from Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori some of the rather gangly creatures I have seen even you pull from beneath the earth. At least the body will be a singular one, and not some bizarre amalgamation of parts," the warlock said simply as she shifted on her feet, her head canting this way and Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori that before she looked again to her wife. "Anything you might suggest, my dear? Any tips?" [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] I would highly suggest you knot rush this. Take your time. You have to know that not all souls are willing to listen and could possibly be angered to the point that they may try and consue you. Once you become more proficient in your art things like that [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] really won't be much of an issue since you will have the skill and the confidence in that skill to be able to bend the souls to do your bidding. I suggest you speak with them, find one that is willing to accept your offer of new life and put them where [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] they need to be. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori listened as the other spoke, her gaze lowering, only to snap right back up to meet her wife's own when the woman's words came to an end. She nodded a single, short time, before turning away from the other woman, sucking in a slow breath before sliding her Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori eyes shut. The warlock remained utterly silent as she began to listen--not to the sounds of the room, or even the sounds coming from her ownself. Instead, she allowed her mind to all but pass into another plane. The once-quiet room suddenly began to roar Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori around her, making her eyes furrow and her eyes squeeze tighter shut, her jaw clenching from discomfort as the voices all filled her mind at once. Cries of pain mixed with pitiful whimpers as well as mindless babbling all blended together in her mind, Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori lacking any kind of coherance. Her head began to ache, making her hands ball into fists. After a moment, however, she paused, taking in a single slow breath before letting it out. Slowly, her mind began to weed through all of the voices, focusing on each Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori one individually, listening to every word spoken. Perhaps somewhat fittingly, it was the most quiet of all of the voices that seemed to draw her attention. Soft whispers of confusion and want filled her mind as she began to focus on them, returning those Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori very thoughts with offers of undeath and by extension, immortality. Her offers were returned with hesitance, but curiosity, requests for clarification sounding nearly as clear as day in the warlock's mind. All questions were answered in the form of quiet Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori encouragement, which was returned with a surprising level of peace and acceptance that almost immediately did away with the residual thudding in the warlock's mind. It was only then that her eyes opened, the dull glow to her fel-tainted eyes raising in Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori brightness. A glowing violet haze appeared around her hands as she turned on her feet, grounding herself in her place, before sharply raising one of her hands. The same glow formed around the corpse still laying motionless on the floor-- Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori || giving it a rather vibrant glow, not very different from the glow that often appeared upon the runes the Death Knight would draw for the warlock's use. The glow pulsated a number of times around the body, before the form moved. The spine curved, Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori lifting high, a sharp gasp sounding as if in an attempt to bring oxygen into long-dead lungs. Inside the wrappings the body twisted and squirmed, ripping free of some of the wrappings before slowly rising into a rather mangled sitting position. Lindraellil had no doubts that her wife was going to complete her first real summoing, though she was not at all sure exactly how long the woman was going to take. While she did indeed tell her to take her time there were certain dangers for a Necromancer as Lindraellil inexperienced as the warlock to be lingering for too long with such restless spirits. Regardless she was not going to inturrput the other, so she stood there, waiting. Her head tilited this way and that as she watched the blonde, one of her eyebrows Lindraellil twitching slightly as she began to hear the whispers grow slightly louder around her. There were most certainly hundreds of them surrounding them, no doubt putting strain on her wife's mind. After a time she began to pace slightly, moving back and forth Lindraellil slowly as her hands moved behind her back, holding one of her wrists in her hands. Eventually the warlock turned back to offically begin to place a soul into the long lifeless corpse that lay on the ground. She halted in her steps then, her brow knitting Lindraellil together as she looked down at the corpse, waiting rather anxiously for some kind of response, and of course, she was not disappointed. A slight grin passed over her lips as the once motionless corpse came to life, showing typical signs of a newly risen Lindraellil undead as it gasped for air and writhed in it's place. Her gaze lifted then as she moved next to her wife. "Very, very well done, my love." Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori || The undead creature on the ground was not the only one gasping for air within time. Before long, the warlock too was sucking in a breath, the glow to her eyes returning to normal as she stumbled back slightly, one of her hands raising to clutch at Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori her head, squeezing her temples between her thumb and middle-most finger, her body lurching forward slightly as she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling with heavy pants for a long moment. Only after some time had passed and her wife's words Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori re-registered in her mind did the warlock lift her head, slowly turning her gaze towards the other woman, before looking back to the being on the ground who still seemed to be working on getting their barings. "I assume that gets,... easier," she Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori muttered. Lindraellil gently wrapped an arm around the warlock's shoulder to help keep her steady as she nodded her head. "In time. Do remember love that I did not have the same troubles as living Necromancers do. I was risen with a purpose, that purpose being to raise ghouls Lindraellil and geists, I was risen with the natural ability for Necromancy." she explained before she slowly pulled away from the woman. "But, Death Knight Necroamncers have a tool, a very important tool that keeps summoning very easy and extremely quick," she said Lindraellil as she walked behind one of the large tombs, reappearing a moment later with a runeblade, devoid of it's typical glow that pulsed around it and the runes carefully etched into it. "We have these." she said as she planted the blade into the ground. "It is Lindraellil not as big as the one that myself carry, but I forged it to be just the right size for you. Big enough to serve it's purpose while also small enough for you to wear it at your hip." she said. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori slowly began to relax, gathering herself over time as the other woman helped to support her, her breathing steadying out as her spine straightened. Her gaze followed after her wif as she pulled away and moved towards one of the tombs, only to return soon Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori afterwards, blade in hand. The warlock perked a single long brow, her head canting to the side curiously as she stared down at the blade for a long moment, before looking back towards her wife. "Far more effecient and convenient than the soul stones and Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori shards I am familiar with carrying with me on occasion," she admitted softly, a small grouping of bright violet shards taking form around her head in perfect time with her words. She stared down at the blade for a long moment then, before finally leaning Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori down. Her fingers soon wrapped around the hilt of the blade, pulling it from its place in the ground, raising the blade to peer at it closely. [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] Now, this particular blade is...different than mine. With some necromancy and speels it can harbor souls just as mine does, but it will not have sentience. I want it to be a tool for you to use to make summoning easier on you, not drive you mad. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori couldn't help but to laugh softly in response to the other's words as she peered towards her wife. "Oh, how very thoughtful of you, my dear," she uttered, before offering a low hum as she looked towards the blade. "So, tell me then; beyond the runic Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori engravings on the blade itself, what exactly sets this apart from your average blade, aside from your impecable craftsmanship?" [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] This particular blade will only accept you as it's wielder, esspecially once you have awakened it and given it souls to hold. The souls will know you, and only you. They will yours to command and if anyone else were to take the blade and try to use it for [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] their own the souls will react...violently. You are their master, no one else. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori felt her brows lift in response to the other's words, a low hum of quiet appreciation soon following. "Then I pity the soul that would find themselves bold enough to try and wield this blade if not myself," she uttered as she turned the blade in her hand, Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori giving it another long look, before slowly turning a smirk back towards her wife. "Perhaps the most beautiful gift you have given me since the piece of your heart, my dear." Lindraellil chuckled lightly at the woman's words. "I did take tremendous care in forging this. Countless hours perfectly etching the runes into it. I knew that not just any crafted blade would do, there had to be perfection. Nothing else would settle for my queen's Lindraellil weapon." she replied.

[rhairael]

Lessons in Necromancy

So, lindraellil decided that it was time that her and I finally sit down in-game and play out Lin properly teaching Rhäi in the ways of Necromancy. I decided to log the entire RP here for safe-keeping.

A couple things of note:

1) Both Katie (Lin’s mun) and I spent quite a bit of time prior (and during) the roleplay looking up everything we could regarding WoW’s official lore on Necromancy. In short, it turns out that there is very little explanation as to how the necromancy is actually performed. We found much on its origins and about specific necromancers, but again, almost nothing on the actual process. Because of this, we were forced to take maaany liberties here. This is in no-way meant to be the canon process, but instead based somewhat off of Necromancy in other universes as well as simply concepts that we thought were interesting ourselves. 

2) It is currently 8:00 AM and neither of us have gone to bed yet thankst to this roleplay. If some parts seem somewhat jumbled or mildly incoherent or generally not written very well, I apologize. We are tired and were roleplaying privately in Scholomance, therefore we weren’t too worried about typos or making our writing particularly flowery. 

On that note, tagging sarnehthelostboy because the RP Katie and I currently have going is eventually going to lead into Rhäi finally figuring out how to get past the first stage of opening the lock on Vere’s tome. In fact, that very book is a rather large cause for the pair’s little venture to Scholomance in the first place.

Now, onto the log~!

Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori slowly, before closing the book gently, her gaze lifting to look at her wife again. "Come, let's venture around. I would very much like to see what all this place has to offer before I get too wrapped up in the books," she said gently as she stood, moving Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori to place the book back into its place on the shelf, before motioning her wife to lead. Lindraellil nodded as she offered the warlock her arm. "Of course. I figured that the books and scrolls wouldn't be the only thing you would be interested in here." she said. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori chuckled softly as she lifted her hands, gently taking the woman's elbow between her hands, falling into place beside the other woman. "Of course not," she hummed, before offering a brief nod. "This place is teeming with magic, among other things." [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] Tell me love, do know any of the history behind Scholomance? Of the Darkmaster Gandling and his school of Necromancy? Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori hummed quietly as she turned, looking up at her wife. "Somewhat. I know that he was chosen by Kel'thuzad himself to equal parts rise and teach the would-be Necromancers and Dark Mages of the Scourge once the original overseer took control of Andorhol. As Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori far as anything else, I know very little," Lindraellil 's brows lifted slightly as the woman spoke, the smirk on her lips growing all the more. "Very good. You know your history, love. The Barov family who owned the land offered it up to the Lich King and his follwers in return for immortality, which did not Lindraellil end well for them, as one would expect." she said. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori offered a somewhat smug smirk as she slowly peered about the room, her gaze turning towards one of the small skittering rats, her nose wrinkling somewhat before she looked back to the other woman, a soft chuckle sounding. "But of course. If I recall Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori correctly, only one of the original Barov family still lives, though they have scampered off to the Alliance in an attempt to live in peace." Lindraellil couldn't help but laugh, her head shaking somewhat. "I'm sure that they live peacefully with the thought that their family was slaughtered by cultists and risen as undead minions of the Scourge." Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori hummed low in amusement as she slowly moved towards her wife, her hands lifting to gently push back the woman's hood, letting it pool around her shoulders before her hands moved to gently lace behind the other's neck. "Anyway, you were going somewhere Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori with that topic I believe, my dear." Lindraellil hummed somewhat before she continued. "The lessons that took place here were not at all different from the traning that Death Knight's recieved. The students here were eaten alive by a creature known as a Wight, honestly one of the lesser used Lindraellil abominations of the Scourge. Though there was one individual that used to reside here that was more interesting than the rest, even the Darkmaster himself. A Death Knight by the name of Darkreaver. A man with a strange connection to the spirit realm, a Lindraellil necromancer of a different kind, one who did more than raise the physical undead and attempted to bend teh entire spirit realm to do his bidding." she explained. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori hummed softly after the other spoke, her head nodding slowly as she slowly smoothed her hands down from her wife's shoulders, letting them rest on the curve of the woman's breastplate. "Similarly, I take it that did not end well for him, either," she Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori mused. [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] Now that, we don't know. There were plenty of people that wanted him gone for different reasons. But we have no record of his fate. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori let out a soft sigh, her head canting to the side as she slwoly began to peer around the blood stained room. "I see,..." [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] Now, the room we are stadning in belonged to Doctor Theolen Krasrinov, fittingly also called 'The Butcher'. He was a servant of Kirtnonos the Herald and was the head tourtuer and provider of bodies and bodily parts for the school's necromancy experiments. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori nodded. "That much I recall. If I remember correctly, Krastinov himself was not magically inclined in any way. He tortured his victims the old fashioned way. Hence the... mess," she said, peering around the room at the end. Lindraellil nodded somewaht as she peered around the room. "He certainly was an...interesting man. While his methods were crude and barbaric, he would keep the victims alive for days, even weeks sometimes. He would say the screams of pain helped the students Lindraellil concentrate better with their studies." she said. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori snorted quietly as she slowly turned, peering around the room slowly. "Somewhat surprising. I would think that the swift deaths would be preferable for the sake of providing the students with fresh corpses for ease of ressurection by some of the Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori acolytes," she muttered. [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] Necromancy was not the only thing they did here. Development of plauges was another, they needed live victims for that. [Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori]: Is that not the very same plague that was unleashed upon Lordaeron? Lindraellil nodded. "Correct again. And we all know what happened with that." she muttered as she began making her way across the room towards one of the sealed gates. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori snorted quietly as she moved towards the gate, peering through the thick bars. "The Plaguelands have their name for a reason," she muttered. Lindraellil || "Indeed they do." she replied as she peered through the bars. "Seems as though most of the crypts have been sealed off." she muttered as she turned back. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori hummed low in thought as she turned, slowly beginning to make her way towards another one of the gates, peering through the heavy bars. "A shame. There are many areas of this place I would love to see..." Lindraellil || "I'm sure there have been planty of other people who have said the same thing." she said as they continued on, making their way through the dank and chilling crypts, the holwing wind bringing a strage form of comfort to the necromancer. "Now, Lindraellil obviously I brought you here for more than just a history lesson. I plan to read through books and scrolls with you and begin to truely train you in necromancy" she said as they steppe dinto the next room. "Before we leave here, there will be an undead Lindraellil risen by your hand." she said as she looked down to the warlock. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori turned to face the other woman as they stepped just inside one of the major classrooms, her gaze turning towards her wife. "Then let us finish out venture through the rest of this glorious place so we can begin, hm?" Lindraellil smirked somewaht as she continued on. "Of course." Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori looked towards the other as they stood on the steps, a lazy smirk on her lips. "So tell me, dear; Where would you like to begin?" Lindraellil motioned to the nearby room before rounding the corner into it. "The Coven, the room where Instructor Malicia taught her lessons." she said as she looked to the warlock. "Do you know of her?" Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori slowly peered about the room, her gaze trailing from brazier to brazier for a long moment, before she looked towards her wife. "I do know 'of' her, Yes. I know nothing about her, however. [Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori]: [Thalassian] " [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] Not surprising, little is honestly known about her to be honest. The only knowledge we have of her was that she was among the few that served the Scrouge without having her life taken or giving it away. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori snorted softly as she settled back in her place. "Someone retaining their life among the Scourge? Blasphemy," she muttered. Lindraellil chuckled lightly at the warlock's words. "It was a very rare thing to see, but it did happen." she said as she reache into the pouch on her belt, pulling out a piece of chalk as she moved over to a spot on the stone floor, kneeling down to begin drawing Lindraellil out a series of runic marks on the ground. "We will start you off simple, as we did before the last time we did this." she said as she finsihed etching out the markings, her gaze turning to the corner of the room to spot a small rat which she promptly Lindraellil gripped over with a shadowy tendril. The creature flailed on her tight grasp as she pulled out a small knife from her boot, cutting the animal's throat. She waited until it had stopped moving in her hand before setting it down in the senter of the runic Lindraellil circle before standing once again. "Now," she began as she motioned the warlock over. "I want you to do something for me." Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori watched the minor display with a raised brow, snorting softly  at the pitiful creature, before lifting her gaze towards her wife. "Yes?" [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] Make a Soulstone. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori blinked at the other's words, before slowly raising her hands, a deep, purple glow appearing around her palms. The glow grew brighter as she clasped her hands together for a brief moment, before pulling one of her hands away, a rather brilliant sphere of Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori a dark violet sitting atop her palm. She gently angled her hand down, letting the sphere roll to her fingertips, only for her to catch the ball between her thumb and middle finger tips, lifting the stone afterwards without a word. Lindraellil reached out to take the small stone into her hand. "This, while walking a rather faint and fine line, is a form of necromancy. You have the ability, the beginning fundimentals to raise the undead. The only difference with this is that with this rat, you Lindraellil did not place it's sould into a stone like you can do with your own to cheat death." she said as her fingers curled around the violet stone. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori canted her head as the other woman spoke, her gaze slowly trailing from her wife's face, to the sphere in her hand, to the rat in the other, before meeting her wife's gaze once again. "Go on," Lindraellil remained quiet for a moment as she peered around the room. "I can hear the whispers of the souls here. The anger, the sadness, the fear. This place is teeming with souls that could be placed into a liveless corpse, you just have to listen." she said as Lindraellil she handed the stone back to the warlock before reaching back to pull her runblade out, thrusting it down between the stones under her feet. "I can even hear my own every so often, though it is nothing more than mumbled, incoherent babbling." she said as Lindraellil she looked to her wife. "Even that rat, as lowly of a creature as it was had a soul, still making it's terrified cries just as it had when it was in my hand struggling to get free. When you seal your soul into that stone, you commune with it, don't you?" Lindraellil she asked. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori blinked at the question, her head canting to the side. "Do I commune with my own soul, you mean?" She asked softly as she took the stone, peering at it for a long moment, her nose flaring somewhat. "I would not say that I do--At least, not consciously." Lindraellil || "It shouldn't have to be a conscious thing, at least not once you have mastered the art. You listen, you cummune, and you bring the soul back to a host." she said as she moved closer to her wife, her hand taking the woman's own to lift it up. "I can Lindraellil hear it. The soft whispers of your ethereal being that is now trapped in that tiny stone. You have been practicing your magic and your art for many years, you simply do this with no thought and with ease. You stand here, hearing nothing but silence, but Lindraellil you need to listen harder. Open yourself up and allow the souls that completely surround us and let them speak. When you do...it may be...overwhelming at first, there is a lot here. But with your mental state that you have formed with dealing with your Lindraellil demons you can most certainly handle it. You need to weed through them, you need to find the one that you are looking for, which is why we are starting with that animal, it is very distinct and easy to pick out." she said as she looked down to the Lindraellil unmoving creature. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori felt her jaw tighten as the other spoke, one of her feet tapping gently against the ground, hearing the sound echo through the large room, before the motion ceased, bringing back the eerie silence which, at least as of now, was accented only by the soft Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori howl of wind through the cracks in the stone, and the quiet crackling of flames from the many lit candles and braziers throughout the entire school. "And how would you suggest I even /begin/ listening to these very spirits? I have spent many years Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori studying how to block /out/ the voices that wish to enter my mind, not the other way around." [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] Allow yourself to listen. Speak with them. You don't even have to open your mouth and say anything, they will hear you if you are willing to let them. You need to learn how to balance the two. If you do not cummune with souls, you will never learn [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] Necromancy because you will have no souls to insert into a host. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori squinted somewhat at her wife, though she said nothing, instead simply letting out a soft sigh as she turned from the other woman, peering slowly around the room for a long moment, before letting out a soft breath, her eyes sliding shut as she lowered Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori herself to kneel in the center of the room. For a few long minutes she was motionless, silent, seemingly ironically lifeless herself if not for the slow rise and fall of her shoulders with every breath she took. After nearly five minutes had passed, her Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori hand moved, gently rolling the small stone in her hand seemingly idly, though she continued to say nothing. Another five minutes passed before she shifted somewhat in her spot, her head tilting down slightly, only to raise a few moments later. Another, Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori more audible breath fell from her lips after some time, before finally, she spoke, her words barely above a whisper. "Even in death that creature is annoyingly pitiful," You kneel down. Lindraellil watched as her wife moved to the center of the room and kneel down. Her arms crossed over her chest as she stood there, silent and unmoving for the entire duration of the warlock's somewhat meditative state. It wasn't until the other spoke that she let Lindraellil her arms drop back to her side, walking over to where the blonde was kneeling as she looked down at her. "Good...you hear it. And yes, it has been irratating me ever since it died, but now, you have to put it back. You must continue to cummune with it, Lindraellil even if it just an animal. It is lost, struggling, crying out for somewhere to be because right now it is nowhere." she said as she looked back to the cirlce of runes where the animal's body lay in the center. "The runes are a beacon, binding marks that Lindraellil make it that much easier for the soul to become one with the body again. Do not let it's soul continue to wander aimlessly, give it a path, use the power that the runes provide to guide it. Use their power and in turn they will use yours, maing their own Lindraellil even stronger, giving them life and giving the promise of life to the soul you are cummuning with." she said. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori slowly rose from her spot, turning her gaze towards her wife, before turning instead to look towards the ground behind them, where the rat's corpse presided. "I would pester you for assuming I have knowledge of runes, but considering what is required in Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori summoning demons,..." she trailed off with a soft snort as she moved towards the circle of runes, sitting herself down on the very edge of the circle. She took a moment, then, her shoulders rising and falling with a long breath, before her eyes slid shut. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori A few moments later, her eyes opened, the fel-tainted glow to them illuminating far brighter than usual. In a similar fashion, the simple chalk-drawn runes on the ground changed, taking on a rather vibrant violet glow, not unlike the eerie glow of the Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori stone that rested now in her lap. For a time, the runes on the ground seemed to pulse, growing brighter before fading to black, only to regain their glow soon after, almost like a beacon. Just as before, the scene remained exactly the same for another few Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori minutes, before the body of the mouse gave a hard twitch, bringing a slow smirk to the warlock's lips. Lindraellil trailed after her wife, watching her closely. Her gaze eventually trailed down to the runes, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched them pulsate with light, before going black. For a moment, her head shook, thinking that the warlock has lost the Lindraellil connection with the runes and with the soul but the moment the glow returned a slight smirk curled on her lips. She waited silently, watching as the runes continued to glow and fade before finally the rat's body spasmed, giving an offical sign of undead Lindraellil life. "You did it." Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori stared down at the pitiful creature as it writhed somewhat in its place, giving a rather pitiful screech, causing the warlock to chuckle before offering a low snort. "It certainly seems that way," Lindraellil canted her head to the side as she watch the creature squirm. "Not the prettiest sight to behild given that it is an animal and is just as terrified as it was when it was dead, but you sucessfully rejoined it's soul with its body, and that is what Lindraellil matters." she said as she turned her gaze to her wife. "I would suggest continuing to practice with animals until you can do it releitively easily and quickly, and then, we will move on to a person. I trust that your ability will be good anough by then Lindraellil that we will use Guff for your actual attempt." she said. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori nodded slowly as the other woman spoke, her gaze slowly turning back towards the rather pitiful creature squirming on the ground before them whose eyes darted around the room rather rapidly. The warlock eyed the creature for another moment, before looking Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori back towards her wife. "If that is the case, then get me another rat." Lindraellil smirked at her wife's words as she nodded. "As you wish." You kneel before Stitched Pup. Lindraellil chuckled lightly. "Becoming rather fond of your little experiments, love?" Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori perked a brow as the sound of her wife's voice met her ears, drawing her gaze to the side to watch as her and the familiar geist entered the room. She snorted softly before turning back towards the rather large pup before her. "Only a small few of them. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori This one in particular is somewhat intriguing," she admitted softly, smirking lazily as she lifted a hand, gently patting the creature's head. Lindraellil canted her head to the size as she looked down at the creature, leaning down to watch fluids drip from it's chest cavity. "Well, you have certainly risen worse things." she chuckled as she stood back up fully, motioning to Guff. "Guff, don't be rude." she Lindraellil muttered. The giest looked up to the necromancer before looking to the warlock. "It is good to see you again, Mistress Rhäi'raël." the geist hissed through the hood on his head. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori slowly rose from her spot after waving off the dog-like creature. She moved then towards the geist, another smirk sliding over her lips as she lowered her hand, gently stroking the creature's head slowly. "And you as well, Guff." Lindraellil || The geist looked up at the woman, his eye wide. "Mistress is too kind to Guff." he said as he nudged his head up against the warlock's hand. "Master tells Guff that Mistress is going to learn to give life. That Mistress is going to give Guff life. Is Lindraellil Mistress good at giving life?" the geist asked. The necromancer snorted as she looked down at her minion, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Guff, do you distrust Rhäi? Better yet do you distrust the word of your own master?" she muttered. The geist shook his Lindraellil head quickly, his gaze snapping to the necromancer. "Of course not, Master! Guff trusts Mistress and Master! Guff was just curious." he replied rather quickly. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori continued to gently stroke the geist's head, even as he shook his head in response to the silver haired woman beside her. She kneeled down somewhat afterwards, looking at the geist close in the eye. "I am far better than I was a week ago, and I will be Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori even better once I bring you to life myself," she explained, moving her hand around to gently grasp the creature's chin gently. "Do not fret your unbeating heart," Lindraellil || The geist bounced somewaht in his spot as the warlock spoke his gaze moving back and forth between both her and the necromancer. "Guff wants to get started!" he said eagerly, his tone making the necromancer roll her eyes somewhat as she motioned off. Lindraellil "Go stand over there and we will get started." she said, the geist scurrying to the spot she had pointed to and sat down. She took the time to draw out the circle of runes around the creature before moving infront of him. Her hand came down to rest a top Lindraellil the giest's head, looking down at him for a moment. "Don't go wandering very far." she muttered as her grip tightened for a moment before fully releasing fully. It was then that the geist fell limp inside the circle, the necromancer turning back to her Lindraellil wife. "Lets get started." Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori perked a brow, watching as the surprisingly energetic geist suddenly was drained--quite literally--of his life, causing  him to drop rather unceremoniously onto the ground. Before the warlock even reached the pair, a rather vibrant, albeit sickly glow Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori appeared around her eyes. Just as they had the very first time she had successfully risen anything, the runes on the ground began to glow, as did her hands. She stared down at the corpse on the ground for a long moment, her eyes seeming to practically Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori burn through the geist's form. In surprisingly decent time, the glow to the runes illuminated that much more, before fading a final time as the wandering soul was guided back almost easily to its form. Lindraellil watched her wife closesly, as she had been during their stay and through her wife's lessons, only able to smile at exactly how quickly the ritual was going. A soft laugh fell from her lips as the geist twitched hard a single time before scrambling around Lindraellil slightly, his eye darting around the room as he got his barings. His gaze darted from the necromancer to the warlock before reaching his large, clawed hands out, taking the warlock's own surprisingly gently in his own. "Mistress has given Guff life." he Lindraellil said as he looked up at the blonde. The necromancer snorted softly as she shook her head. "You are such a overly sentimental thing, I swear." Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori let out a heavy breath, her shoulders slumping somewhat as the glow to her eyes faded to their usual luminosity, her head canting down as she stared down at the geist for a long moment, a lazy smirk appearing on her lips as she allowed the geist to hold Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori her hands for a moment before pulling them away. "That I did, though it was not particularly difficult, what with your spirit pratically crying for me to find you," she muttered. Lindraellil reached a hand out to half-heartedly smack the back of the geist's head. "You weren't supposed to be so damn obvious about where you were. Whispers Guff, /whispers/." she muttered as she shook her head. The giest hung his head down then, his arms dropping Lindraellil to rest his elbows on his knees. "Guff is sorry, Master. And to you as well Mistress." he said. The neromancer sighed lightly. "Its fine, Guff. Don't worry yourself about it. She was able to put you back and get you on your feet and moving, that was the Lindraellil whole point." she said as she turned her gaze to her wife. "That now makes you a Neromancer." Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori snorted quietly down towards the geist, before she turned her gaze towards her wife. "Albeit not a particularly good one, yet," she muttered softly, shifting somewhat on her feet. "Fel magic is some of the most empowering and exhausting magic in the Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori world, and yet that seemingly so simple act of returning his soul to his body has me feeling more drained than I was after summoning my first demon from the Nether." Lindraellil || "AS to be expected for most living Necromancers." she replied as she moved closer to the woman, her arms wrapping around her waist to gently pull her closer. "But you have accomplished what you set out to do, which was raise an undead minion...that Lindraellil wasn't a flopping rabbit begging for death once again." she chuckled. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori allowed herself to lean into her wife's embrace, her hands slowly rising to gently rest upon the other's chest. "That I have indeed. In my mind however, the real test will be seeing if I am yet capable of raising a corpse from the very grave as the host Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori for a wandering soul," she uttered as she again turned her gaze, peering down towards the geist. Lindraellil smirked somewhat at her wife. "That, will be your next test my love. As soon as you regain yourself, perhaps eat and have a bit of wine." Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori nodded slowly, before letting out another sigh. "Very well."

[rhairael]

For sarnehthelostboy, whose character Veresana gifted Rhäi here with a tome on Necromancy that has a rather peculiar little lock on it. Rhäi was mulling over it when Lin showed up. They brainstormed a bit, before deciding it was.... time for a break. Regardless, here is a bunch of Rhäi grumbling and Lin generally being an ass for Sarneh’s enjoyment.

Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori grumbles softly, muttering something quietly to herself a demonic tone. You glare angrily at Gorrik. Rhäiraël says: [Demonic] When I summon you, you should appear immediately, not waste my time doddling about. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori 's minion Gorrik sneers somewhat before muttering his response. You snort derisively at Gorrik. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori motioned towards the tome on the table before her, muttering something else in the same choice of words, before turning, looking behind her to catch sight of her wife, a soft sigh falling from her lips. "Lin." Lindraellil made her way up the stairs towards her wife as she attemoted to wipe away some of the dark soot on her hands. "Rhai. Having fun with your demons again, love?" Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori offered a snort in response to the other's words, lifting her gaze beneath her mask to peer at the floating observer beside them, before looking back towards her wife. "Perhaps if the demons I summoned were more competant, I would be. That however is not the case." [Lindraellil]: [Thalassian] I see. And what is it exactly that you need the seven eyed blob for? Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori paused, before sighing. She slowly turned towards the tome sitting atop the table behind her, one of her hands moving to ghost over the dark cover of the locked text. "I was hoping that perhaps it may have some level of insight into how I might go about opening this damned thing." Lindraellil perked a brow slightly as she stepped forward towards the table, looking at the tome intently for a moment before looking back to her wife. "And where exactly did you get this?" Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori lifted her hands, gently pushing her hood and mask back carefully, letting it pool around her shoulders as she looked to her wife, then back to the tome. "Your sister in death, in fact. Veresana brought it to me. Apparently she herself filled the pages within with information on Necromancy, spun in a way that may be easier for me to learn from as opposed to most of the books I already have from the Hold. But she couldn't simply give me the book, no," she paused, grumbling somewhat as she dropped a hand to the tome, moving her fingers over the lock. "She had to put some fucking spell on the lock that I have to learn how to break to open it, without even a hint as to where to start," Lindraellil listened to her wife speak without saying a single word of her own until she had finished, a rather amused chuckle sounding then as she picked the tome up from the table, looking at it closely. "What a cruel thing to do." she hummed as she glanced to the blonde then back to the tome. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori snorted, a low growl following as she turned fully towards the other woman, shifting closer to her as she peered down at the tome. "Indeed. Clearly the girl just wants me to be all the more distracted from the matters at hand," she muttered dryly. Lindraellil || "Well she must have told you something about it." she began as she set the tome back down onto the table. "I'm sure she didn't just hand it to you and then walk away." she added as she looked down at her wife. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori || "Actually," she began with a soft snort, "You're not so far off. She did make a note that it can not be broken off physically--which I assumed--and upon making a mention of simply melting it away her expression gave hint to the inevitable failure that would come from such an act. Other than that, she's given hint to nothing else." Lindraellil lifted a hand to cup her chin in thought as she leaned back down to look at the tome, her eyes scanning over the lock for a long moment. "Certainly she wouldn't have so cruel as to set this all up to give you these amazing notes on Necromancy and you need to use Necromancy in order to get to them." she said as she rleased her chin to reach down, taking the lock between her thumb and index finger to move it around a bit. "Because that would just be rude." she added. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori snorted softly in response to the other's words, only to pause, her brows furrowing low, her jaw setting as she gazed at the book, her eyes narrowing somewhat. "...Rude indeed, however Death Knights aren't exactly known for being polite," she muttered, reaching to take the book back into her hands, peering closely at the lock. She glanced towards the silently hovering demon beside her wife, lifting a hand to wave him off dismissively. "Back to the Nether with you. My wife has been of more help in less than a minute than you were in an hour," she said flatly. The creature sneered, before nodding wordlessly, floating backwards before disappearing entirely. The warlock turned her gaze back towards her wife then as she turned to take the place the Observer had been in, placing the tome down on the table. [Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori]: [Thalassian] "If I were to use some degree of Necromancy to open this... what fuck would the little shit expect me to do?" Lindraellil smirked at her wife's words towards the demon and watched it fade away before once again moving closer to the other. "I don't know why you didn't just tell me about this sooner. What help did you think all your useless demons would be for something like  this when you have me around?" Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori eyed her wife, before letting out a quiet sigh of defeat, shaking her head as she lifted one of her hands, sliding it around her wife's waist as she leaned herself into the other's cool form, despite her slightly soot-covered state. "Because you were not around when I had questions to ask," she said rather gently, canting her head to the side to rest it atop the other's chest as she peered down at the tome. Lindraellil gave a mock pout at her wife's words as she wrapped an arm around her waist. "Poor, sweet little Rhäi Pie." she mused softly before letting a soft snicker sound. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori paused, before letting out a soft snarl, raising her hand to give a hard shove to the other's chest, small flickering emerald flames dancing around her arm in the process. "Fuck off," she hissed. Lindraellil let out a low chuckle as her wife pushed her, taking a step back as she lifted a hand to rub her chest slightly. "Hey now, is that any way to treat someone who is going to help you figure out your little tome problem?" Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori glared sharply at the other woman, her nose flaring somewhat as she stepped towards the table, tapping her foot somewhat beneath it. "If you intend to spend the entire time being an ass, perhaps I would prefer not to have your help," she muttered, only to reach over towards the other despite her words, hooking her fingers around the woman's belt to drag her closer. Lindraellil smirked as the blonde pulled her closer once again. "Well if you would really rather spend your time just looking at it, talking to your useless minions, and getting no where then that is your choice. I have plenty of other things I could do while you stand here and get so angry over this tome that you burn yourself into a six foot deep hole in the ground." Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori glowered at the other woman, muttering something low to herself in a language she knew full well the other did not understand. Soon after however, she let out another soft sigh of defeat, shaking her head as she tucked herself against the other's form. "Hush, Lin, and help me figure this damned thing out." Lindraellil hummed softly in contemplation for a moment before looking down to the blonde. "What do I get in return for helping you?" Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori paused, perking a brow before giving a slight roll of her eyes. She turned to face the other woman, shifting to slip herself between the Necromancer and the table behind her, leaning back against it. "What do you always get?" She asked softly, head canting to the side, one of her hands trailing up the other's chest. "Anything you want," she muttered soon after in response to her own question. Lindraellil smirked all the more at her wife's words as she trailed her hands slowly down along the woman's sides. "Then I suppose you and I will be spending sometime in our personal room in the barracks then." she said smoothly as she leaned down, trailing her tongue slowly along the other's jaw before pulling back. "So lets see if we can figure this out for you, hm?" Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori let out a soft breath, her head rolling to the side. For a moment, her eyes slid shut as a shiver moved down her spine, making her jaw clench and unclench as she shuddered. Gently, she moved one of her hands up the other's chest, resting it on the other's shoulder before she pulled the other down slightly. "Better yet, why don't I pay you a bit in advance? After all, I've been mulling over this damned thing for hours. I could use a break, I'd say," she breathed, a slight smirk curling on her lips. Lindraellil chuckled lowly as she wrapped her arms around her wife's waist, pulling her flush against her own large form, leaning down to the woman's ear. "I certainly have no complaints if you wish to be on your knees sooner rather than later." she muttered against the other's ear, her frozen breath ghosting over the woman ear. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori let out a low, rumbling hum, her fingers curling in the fabric of the woman's tabard. "It's been too long since you've made me your whore, dear," she breathed, her eyes falling half lidded as she canted her hips forward against her wife's own. Lindraellil ||"Well then, let me remedy that and put you in your place." she breathed before beginning to lead the woman along out towards the barracks. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori couldn't help but to chuckle softly at the other woman, before nodding. She reached behind her, gathering the tome in her arms only to let out a sharp whistle soo nafter. A moment later, the rather dishevelled looking wretched came from down the steps, moving into the small enchanting hut. She tossed the tome to the man, who grumbled softly, before bowing low. Rhäi'raël A'nastara-Tye'dori || "Take that back to my office immediately. You may then gorge yourself on any mana potions you can find for the rest of the night," she said before waving the wretched off, who turned quickly. She looked back to her wife then, smirking up at her.

[viatorai]

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