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."
