working graveyard

[Decimas]

The moon was high in the sky and shining with an eerie glow. It was a rather quiet night and none but the crickets could be heard in the graveyard. Looking about from on top of his crypt, Decimas grinned looking off into the distance at the city lights as he dreamed his evil dreams. This was exactly the kind of night the necromancer loved. He loved the darkness, he loved the eerie glow of that moon, how it gave such a creepy feeling, and he loved the sound of the crickets chirping, how their unbroken tune gave the night such an ominous aura.

Hearing the creek of the crypt door being pushed open, Decimas stood and looked down to the two corpses marching out from behind the large stone doorway as they each pushed a wheelbarell full of dirt. After looking around himself at the graveyard one more time, Decimas shuffled over to the side of the roof, and bending over to place one hand on the edge, he dropped himself down to the ground. The crypt was only about eight feet high at the edge, but he still crouched everytime he jumped off of it. For a few moments, he watched the two dead men walk away with the wheelbarels on their way to the lake at the far end of the graveyard, then stood and walked in the other direction, towards the main gates to the cemetary from the city, to a small hill where he stopped and looked down at a few tombstones.

Decimas rarely ever rose corpses from the graveyard. He didn’t want the city guard or the armies of Karador to start expecting him there. He did afterall, still need to keep his home a secret, especially with his little operation underground. He did however, pick a few graves here and there, to give himself a quick and easy source of mindless drones, and also to avoid suspicion. The graveyard had been growing in residents quite a bit recently, and it would more than likely look rather odd if he never made use of that at all. All of it, of course, was part of his plan. People were dying all over the city and no one seemed to really know why… he did though.

Marry, Joshua, and Harold Cornell… the names on the three tombstones he peered down at. How sweet, he thought, the whole family burried together, mother, father, and cherished son all side by side in life and in death. How suiting then, that they would all slave together in Decimas’ twisted version of an afterlife. “Orior oriri ortus , pro ego tribuo vos vita in nex.” He spoke in a quiet but proud tone as he grinned deviously at the graves of these three.

He stared at the ground for a few seconds before turning and walking away towards that old stone crypt of his. Ironicly suiting, he thought, that he should build his home and secret underground lair in the tomb of a once famed architect known for designing the first subterranian structures in Karador. The crypt was, conveniently, partially burried into a hill, and only partially above the surface to begin with. Just as Decimas walked through the two large, designed pillars to the front of the crypt and stepped through the large doorway, the enormous cement door sitting open to the side, a cloud of dust came from the back end of the tomb where the tunnel was being built. Turning his head to the side to avoid the dust getting in his eyes, Decimas lifted his left arm, with his cloak over his head. A few moments later, as the dust cleared he walked over to the tunnnel entrance and looked down at a few undead moaning and groaning under a pile of dirt. He grinned a little again, as the stupid drones just made a rather substantial step forward by accidentally caving in part of the tunnel. He needed that section cleared anyways, to spread the tunnel further and wider. Good thing he had more than those few dead men working in there. Others could dig them out.

Those two half rotten men pushing wheelbarells finally came back through the door without the dirt, and so, leaving his slave fore of dead men to clean up the mess and haul more dirt out of the tunnels, Decimas went back outside just in time to see the ground shifting a little on those three graves. He was impressed with his new workers already, it had only taken them a couple minutes to dig their way to the surface. He needed more than those three to add to his secret little work force though, since there was now more room in the tunnels to fit more undead corpses, what with the whole collapsing and all. “Orior oriri ortus , pro ego tribuo vos vita in nex.” He said as he passed them by and looked down at the next two graves. Behind him, Marrys hand reached out from under the ground and the dirt started to cave in around her arm, making her hole even bigger. She was almost out, and with Joshua and Harold not far behind her. “Orior oriri ortus , pro ego tribuo vos vita in nex.” He said again, walking over another three graves.

It might seem odd though, if there were to be so many collapsed graves in the cemetary in one night, with no zombie activity in the area. He had been making small armies of undead in other sectors of town, putting suspicion a little bit everywhere, but, if there was so obviously a good few people waking from the grave, there should atleast be some zombies in the area. He stopped to think for a couple seconds, then started walking again towards the main gates. “Orior oriri ortus , pro ego tribuo vos vita in nex.” He said again, a number of times, waving his arms around in a few quick circles as he walked about the cemetary.

By that pont Marry, Joshua and Harold were all just pulling their legs from the ground, moaning and groaning a bit already… a most annoying trait of the undead Decimas thought. It always seemed to break the silence. Having awakened another good dozen or so corpses, Decimas turned around again and walked back towards that happy little family of his, and started to wave his arms at them as though to shoo them to work. “Go.” He said demandingly as he got closer to those three, “Join them.”

By the time Marry, Joshua, and Harold got the idea and made it into the crypt, the other five corpses slated for digging dutie were starting to shake the soil a bit and another trip had been made with dirt from the tunnels. It always annoyed Decimas, how stupid dead people were, but atleast they were cooperative and obedient. He was gonna have to get his hands on a few more wheelbarells though. He could see the dirt piling up inside the crypt as he walked closer to it to take a look and check in on progress. It hadnt really been all that long since he had been in there, but he was always a little paranoid and a little compulsive with his works.

By the time those five other new workers made it out of their graves, the rest of the corpses were well on their way. Turning and scurrying back to the rising dead people, Decimas started waving his arms about again and barking orders at those five. Even though his powers did keep him in control of them all, allowing his orders to convey to them without all too much bickering, he still always stressed himself over their mindlessness. Good thing though, that they didn’t just listen to him for his hand gestures and his yelling, else any fool in the street could just yell at a corpse and stop the killing… good thing the undead only listened to the necromancer.

Once he got all his new undead slaves into the crypt to pile dirt out from the tunnels and into the crypt, Decimas turned again to face the now readying corpses that he’d slated for city roaming, and waving his arms to the gates, he sent them all on their way to murder and mayhem in the quiet residential streets of Karador just outside the cemetary. This would work for more than just an explanation for the collapsed graves for the necromancer. Afterall, eleven undead marching the streets would more than certainly mean atleast a few more dead people by morning.

With his work well on its way for the night, the majority of his organising done, Decimas headed back to the tomb where he had himself a few little stolen luxuries set aside in the back room. He looked down at the ground just outside the crypt, looking at the ground where the wheelbarells passed. That was the one could be flaw in this whole idea… the tracks that would lead from the tomb to the lakeshore and back again. Good thing the graveyard had such a tedius and compulsive gravekeeper to look after the grounds… that ghost never let the grass go beat.

After stopping to think on, and smile at the convenience of this Karadorian cemetary, Decimas walked into the crypt and made his way to the back room where he sat himself down on top of the pretty stone coffin of the long dead architect, and poured himself a glass of fine wine hed stolen off a now undead rich man not far from the cemetary one time. Leaning back and sipping his glass of wine, he closed his eyes for a moment and thought once again of those wonderfully wicked dreams of his.

[Ashard]

Ashard knew that the necromancers were living in his graveyard and that did not bother him until they started 'inviting' others to come live there too. Sure he'd continue to tend to his land though. There was no way he'd let these roughians ruin all the work that he put into it over the years.

Knowing he'd have to wait till daylight when the idiots were gone into hiding before he could start fixing their damage, he decided he'd have a little fun with them at their own expence. So, finding his way into the crypt, invisibly of course, he started to forcably make one of the dummy workers contiously bi*** slap another using his telekenetics. He then made bizzar groaning noises for them to make a difference from the normal moaning variety.

Though this was a rather dull thing to do compared to other types of fun he could have, he figured he'd have to make due. Especially since controling one was not the easiest thing for him to do as he had to go against something that had lots of strength and energy of it's own. And that would be why he did not start a theater show which may have been a slight bit more entertaining.

Then, out of plain curiosity, he made his new found dummy for the moment turn to face another undead that just re-entered the crypt. He then made it kick the dead guy in the crotch, to see if they felt pain. I mean, they're dead and mindless, so what happens to them is kind of irrelevant. And to his amazement the thing flinched a little but nothing more. So he let them get on with their work.

Watching the pair of wheelbarows leave the crypt once more, Ash was getting annoyed and imagined having to straighten the grass every day on top of his other chores. He'd never be able to have time for himself if this kept up. "You knooow." He stretched his words accross purposefully in an annoying manner. "You could make them all eat the dirt they dig up, and then walk to the lake and Sh** it out instead of killing my lawn!"

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With a disturbing rumble within the silent air, a large raven abnormally swooped down from the darkness of plightful moon, and it perched on top of a headstone in front of a crypt. It gave out a small caw in its frustation when it almost lost its footing, yet the undead working about didn't bother to look at the very supernaturnal comming on the bird.

She looked at the grave with distain and reminding her late king and his urn which she hidden in her first home on a distant isle. A promise was set at the moment to go there and recover it, as it would be a prized relic for an person of the dark arts.

However, her mental noting was disrupted by an oddity in her surroundings coming from the odd behavior from two creatures that would work around the area. Her black opal eyes glisten at such an odd influence that the zombie was under and a abrupt silent squawk escape to stop her laughter before she soar off deeper into the graveyard, aware of the spirit behind the entertainment.

The vampiress flew deeper into the tomb with her wingbeats abnormally silent as she follow the servents to their master. She never met a necromancer, not one in over thousand years...He's young and still with alive flesh, she thought as she recalled the nercromancer of old that once took their members into a special ritual of undeath, in which their souls were caught in the abyss of life and death, and their body regenerated in a simalar fashion as vampires, but they never had any special powers to go with it except an increase power in their necromancy arts. Nadirah wouldn't be surpised that those necromancers of old were long gone and the dark secrets were long in their burnt ashes. The raven in her posed her to find a perch near Decimas, a shakenly but stern skull on the shelf.

[Decimas]

Playing some dark classical tunes in his head, Decimas sat atop the large cement coffin of that once famed architect, as he tried to relax and put all complications aside for a few minutes, sipping his fine wine. He kept his eyes closed and sealed his lips tightly together in annoyance, trying ever so earnestly to ignore the harrasment of his workers at the hands of the long dead gravekeeper. When Ashard spoke to decimas his hard earned calm was broken and he threw his half empty glass of wine violently against the wall in the direction of where the ghosts voice came. "damn you and your pestilance, you insolent knave!" Decimas yelled, his eyes still sealed tightly shut as he bore an eir of great annoyance before glaring towards where ashard would have been. He then slid himself off the top of the coffin, pulling on the edges with both his hands to swiftly and casually move over the top and onto the floor.

"Must you always be such a damn wretched nuisence to me?" he yelled again, facing the ghost this time, as if he could see him just like any other man. As convenient as it was to have the gravekeeper there in the cemetary all the time to tidy the place up and clean up after Decimas and his ever growing army of mindless grunts, the necromaster always found Ashard to be more than annoying. The very worst part of the whole situation to Decimas, was that there was really nothing he could hold over the ghost. He couldnt threaten him with his life or even his death. His body seemed nowhere to be found, and Decimas needed the cemetary to look well enough to keep the armies of karador away, and therefore, he couldnt even so much as damage the ghosts cares beyond repair. Having to put up with such a needless nuicence was far from agreeable to the necromancer, but there was nothing he could do, and so it always felt to him as though the ghost was taunting him with the fact that he was dead and annoying.

"Not that I even have to answer to you, Ashard, but have you any idea how long it would take to move dirt that way, even if these damn dead peoples bodies even still worked?" he spoke angrily to the ghost, really not wanting an answer to the question, but expecting, more than not, for the brat of a gravekeeper to come up with something anyways. "It's not as though you wouldnt be taking care of the grass even if i wasnt tracking dirt across it," he continued, taking a few steps towards where Ashard should have been. "You would be doing your job one way or another, this just gives you a reason for your tediousness, now, do your work and leave me the hell alone to do my own!"

By the time Decimas had gotten nearer where Ashard would have been standing, he saw an eerily silent flapping raven enter the crypt and come into the back room where he was at. A most peculiarily confused look came to the necromancers face as he wondered what the bird was doing in the tomb, and also wondering as the the oh so obvious significance of it. He knew the raven was supernatural, he could very easily feel the dark power seemingly radiate from the bird as it virtually glowed 'abnormal' like a great neon sign to him. Decimas stood then, looking completely bewildered as he turned his head to face the raven rather than the invisible figment of a former man that hovered annoyingly in the room.

Staring at the raven for a few moments and saying nothing at all, Decimas blinked a couple times and raised his hands quickly to his sides, as though to say, 'what gives?' After staring silently at the bird for a few more moments, Decimas placed both his palms over each of his eyes, pressing his hands against his own face before wiping his hands across his cheeks and away from himself as he tried to cope with such an intense annoyance at the incredible inconvenience of having yet another unwanted guest. "Seriously!" he yelled, waving his left hand at the raven that sat on a skull on the wall, "Why are you here?"

He turned a bit to the side and placed one of his hands back over his face again and took a few good breaths of air. "damned pestilence of a flapping incarnation you are." he said before taking his hand from his face again and looking once more to the raven on the skull. "Awaken ye idle piece of bone, and scream for me."

As the necromancer spoke, the skull upon which the mystical raven sat came to life, sprouting flesh from nowhere that started to cover the bone in a rotted sort of skin and reeked of death long past. The jaw of the skull cracked as it crooked to the side before opening up, shaking the skull on the shelf under the bird that sat upon it, and a pain filled scream came from the dead head at a low volume, spitting up the dust that had been under the skull, as it got sucked through the head with the air from beneath. Decimas watched as pieces of the skull broke off to form bug like cells and crawl about itself in a most grotesque manner.

"I don't know or understand why youve come here," Decimas said to the raven, "But i beg my leave of you as i have work yet to be done." he started to walk towards the door to the main crypt and shook his head a little. "With any luck, i'll manage enough of it tonight despite the damned torments of this most annoying ghost." Decimas looked back towards Ashard again as he moved to the door. "Great greevance of mine, this damn pestilent nuisance."

[Ashard]

cocking his head off to one side and raising his eye brows, Ashard replied to the necromancer's actions and words toward him, "You do realise that you being that irritated against me only hurts yourself? and that the actions you are undertaking are only slowing you down and of absolutly no use? I mean," he paused, shaking his head and laughing, "how the heck is throwing your glass at me suposed to advance you any?

The maner in which Decimas acted after being agravated by the grave keeper was always amusing to see, specially since Ash did not see the need for all the commotion for only a few moments of his pleasure.

"Not that I even have to answer to you, Decimas," the Keeper pronounced the necro's name with emphasis as he slured it, "but do you have any idea how long it does take me to fix the grass that your work damages?" He had continued while crossing his arms and glaring at the necro even though he knew the thing would not care about the glares. "And yes, I do tend to my graveyard. It is something special to me as you already know and that is why I take care of it. Not[/b] because you ask me to."

Casting a brief and uncaring glance towards the spectator, Ashard turned his back on Decimas and started to float in the direction of the crypt's entrance. Shruging his shoulders he stated in a lower tone than before, "I could just not tend to your mess. I could have fun in my graveyard as usual. You know Kiara always comes around when I do. That may be fun to have her visit. I'm sure you'd find that just as pleasurable as me when she see's the beaten down grass and forces me to explain."

[Decimas]

“No, I think not.” Decimas said as he continued walking into the main room of the crypt where the pile of dirt in the middle of the floor continued to grow and shrink with every throw of soil the underground crew of lifeless grunts made onto the pile, and every wagon of dirt the others carted off to the lake. “As I’m sure you’re well aware, I’d far rather not have to fight a war on this soil, which is exactly what would happen if you were to tip Kiara off to the fact that I’m here.” Decimas never looked back to face Ashard, only continued walking until he reached the entrance to his subterranian tunnel where he finally stopped and turned slowly to look at Ashard as the ghost hovered away.

“She would have the armies of Karador trampling all over your dear sweet lawn in a heartbeat, effectively forcing me to unearth every grave in your beloved cemetary and turn up all the soil of this then trampled yard of blood soaked field and crumbled tombstones. Your home would become nothing more than an enormous field of red dirt and mamed carcasses of the undead.”

Decimas raised his left hand as if to point at Ashard as he stood and took in a long breath. “I never did say you do any of this for me, Ashard.” He said to him with a very slight grin on his face, if you could call it that. “I know you clean the place and fix my mess for sake of your home, which is why you’re such a wonderful grave keeper, and as I said, would have been caring to this cemetary with or without my work.”

The necromancer then turned again to face the tunnel entrance and walked into it as the living dead moved in arched detours around him. “Consurgo , vetus matrimonium de orbis terrarum , quod preno vultus ut tribuo es vires.” He spoke casually as though he had spoken those words so many times before, and of course he had. Even as he walked through the tunnels, he could feel a slight shifting in the ground beneath him and in the walls around him as the rustling of the earth about the tunnel shook dust into the air around Decimas and his flock of living corpses. Bones began to push through the dirt sides of the forming catacombs and rest themselves against the walls and ceiling as they joined themselves together to build a structured archway supporting the entrance of the tunnel and started to spread as trusses to the frame of the tunnel.

“Consurgo , vetus matrimonium de orbis terrarum , quod preno vultus ut tribuo es vires.” He said again as he continued to walk casually through the dusty tunnel, the grounds beginning to calm. The earth about the catacombs started to shake again, dust still filling the air, and bones began to rise up from the ground yet again to form more structure of the tunnels support. There was a slight hesitation where no bones rose in a small part of the wall, and a mere moment later a couple of the passing corpses began to shift unwillingly towards that space. As the workers of the living dead moved involuntarily towards the wall, the bones from within them began to press outwards through their rotting flesh and soon were virtually sucked against the wall to join the the frame.

“I hate it when that happens.” Decimas said as he paused in his path to look down at the two heaps of rotted flesh laying limply on the ground. “Looks like I need a couple more dead men in here.” He said as he shook his head before looking up again. It always irritatded him, the occasional querks in such needy gestures as raising structures from the bones of long dead creatures. There were obviously a few spaces here and there in the ground where there were no bones burried by man or by time, and in such places, the bones of the living dead were the next best thing to the dark forces of a necromancers magic.

“damn it!” He half shouted to himself just before a passing grunt lifted the two torn up fleshes and carried them away, “What a shame, oh for the two dead men.” Decimas shook his head a little again as he sighed slightly before looking up and about again.

By then, there was bone structured support around the frame of a good twenty feet into the tunnel, to right about where it to branch off. Just as he started to walk again Decimas stopped once more and looked curiously at the newly formed support structure along the one wall. “What the hell did this come from?” he said quietly to himself, wondering about the origins of a certain bone in the wall. Knowing that there had been many strange creatures to walk the earth long before his time, and before anyones time, he simply shook his head and shrugged it off.

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The raven raised its wings fractically as the skull undeneath it shook with a horid shirek. The black pearl of its eyes glared in anger for the nercomancer absove for her, although he really didn't know who he was messing with, but she held her pride down this once. It was kinda amusing when no one knows that they should fear her, even if she told them what she was. Maybe after she's finished with her business or if she becomes bored with the life, she'll take another hundreds of long torpor as she was found the times she wake up to be interesting...annoying at times, but interesting.

She listened to the conversations between him and the pestistant ghost, wanting to act like scenery, making little noice until the two zombies were impaled into the gateway. It got a chuckle out of the vampiress, laced deep with bird undertone.

"You focus at so much that its harder to cooranate your commands within them all...bad if you have mass numbers at your whims." She telepathly relayed clearly in the way of a phyical whisper, before she flew and broke into a black mist, knocking a skull off the shelf.

Her body reformed differently than her usual three shapes that she takes, and what jumped out of the black mist was demonic andro of the previous raven. The hell raven stood upright as tall as the vampiress' orginal height. The black wings closed and opened slowly at the pace of a hearthbeat. Another pair of smaller wings done the back of the creature's neck, making a similar fluid motion as she chucked again with the word 'Nevermore' before she got to the point with her eyes flicking with interest, "Not bad on the remodeling, but...I fear that old skills of those before you, might have been lost from where I'm from...otherwise I would have been seeing more than just zombies."

(Sorry, a little bad here)

[Decimas]

Decimas heard a whisper as he continued to comfortably march down his prided project of a tunnel, and he knew it wasn’t that damned nuisence of a ghost again. Pausing to reflect on the unfamiliar voice that had spoken to him, he turned his head to the side as a perplexed look came to his face. Instantly, the necromancer thought of that most out of place raven that he knew was more than a simple creature, but wondered why a bird was crtiquing his methods.

Turning to face the dark haze that formed behind him, Decimas was taken aback, almost physically so as the demonic form of a double winged raven appeared in the crypt from where the little raven had been, and stood then as tall as a person. “Geez!” he gasped as he narrowed his eyebrows, giving the great being before him an almost insolent look as she continued to speak to him, form that great form of a demon then rather than the whispers of a distant raven. “And youre what?” he asked in an annoyed and insulted manner, “A giant fucking bird, belittling me as a necromancer!?” He shook his head in peevish disgust at the gaul his intruder showd towards him. “No, I think not.” He continued, shaking his head as he stepped up the tunnel towards where she stood before him. “You speak too soon, old crow, for ive only just begun, and even my old rotten master could never have done what im about to accomplish. In fact, unless im missing something from the history books, no necromancer before me has ever conquered Karador, and no necromancer after me will ever have to.”

Decimas shut his teeth tightly together as he walked right up to the flapping demonic eye sore that stood in his home. “What you see right here is the still living flesh of a necromancer more powerful than the generations before. So don’t give me shit about not pulling giant monsters out of my ass to dig an eight foot frame or not marching life sucking super drones around my house.” Standing directly infront of the dark monster and staring daringly into her eyes, Decimas spoke as proudly as could be, but also extremely sarcastic and rude. “Forgive me if I havent unleashed the forces of hell inside my crypt, McCaw, but I really don’t see the point.” He then turned and started marching back down the tunnel, his feet almost thumping against the dirt floor in his very annoyed state.

“Ooh, look at me, I’m a big bad bird and I think youre a sorry excuse for.” He mumbled and flapped his arms like wings and tossed his head side to side as he headed down to where the bone structure of a wall stopped, and cut himself off in his own mockery of his offendor. “God!” he said in a huff as he stopped for a moment, never looking back at the abominable creature, “Who are you to come in here and start putting me down?”

[Ashard]

Staying quiet for some time, not wanting to erupt on the spot so to say, Ashard was collecting himself. The necromancers suposedly lived in his graveyard now and so he would try to suport the hatefull remarks for the time being, but he saw no reason as to why he should if Decimas persisted to be rotten scum.

From the corner of his eyes he could see the bird was agitated with the necro and he did not blame it. Though he did not know what it was, he could tell by Decimas reaction to it that it had some powers of sorts. He was therefore looking forward to seeing what this bird would do to the necro especially after it transformed into a larger format of itself and Decimas went off on one of his usual rants.

Feeling that the scene before him may get to be quite interesting he decided to put a hold on telling the necro at hand off until the ordeal was over. So he took the position of leaning against the newly decorated wall and watched the scene unfold before him with a smirk on his face all the while voting on the bird.

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Nadirah was enjoyed herself with the man's disbelief at her form, while it was only experimental. She glanced at the talon tips of her nails, ignoring somewhat of all that he said. She knew what she said was going to piss him off, but his ignorance her actual presence was getting troublesome on her part. Maybe a little painful education was in mind, but....

Her demon bird move its beak to speak, with a voice sounding more feminine, more herself if it wasn't for the bird overtones in the background, "Who am I or did you name me already? I could be your boon if you take it or your reaper if you spun it..." Letting her aura leaking out a little more for recognition, she sat on a cloud of dark energy, giving an angry stare with those smooth gems she had for eyes.


"I look into your thoughts, young de'at and you seem to want more, but its lost to you. Walking corpses alone won't win you Karador's fear but respect from your other hands in darkness might be a start..."


The female voice echoed the hallways, but the demon was still, beak unmoving. She continued after a pause...

"To enlighten you, on something...You haven't been here long enough to start, in fact, if you could put such creatures out of your 'ass', they would fall apart without such a material you don't seem to notice that's here, though in small amounts. Don't take my comments for harm, darling. You would have hated me more if I gave you the praise of a lie, but before I give you something nice to play with, let me in lighten you on a little piece of advice..." Without a gesture, the birdwoman dispersed into nothing and gave the lair an unusual silence.

"Insulting a presence before recognizing it..." Her voice concentrated behind him in one ear, with an angry slur"...it will give you something to really scream God about..."

After the touch against his skin and the closest of her threat urged him to turn around to the source, while she appeared at his back, with paleness of her true vampire form revealed with a not-so-passionate appeal in her toothy grin. With restraints of not wanting to bruise a rib, she backhand him in the chest with enough force to throw him on the floor back-first before she pinned him there by his throat.

"Not one arcane word from you..." She gave his throat a light squeeze, her fingers on her other hand trailing along around his chest mainly where his heart would be "if you have better recognition skills on who not to fuck around with and made that error, I would have let my finger though you and pull out your heart for a old-style candy that I wouldn't mind licking away. Know this little piece of non-history as history is for the winners, gloaters and ignorant, you insolent brat, that one of the very six guardians of the third eye of the Underlord..." She paused before her anger got too far before mentioning something sacred to an foreigner, case in point the gravekeeper "...which name is not to be spoken among outsiders, is sparing you from your attitude. I have seen times long before Karador was even syllables and very origin of where you learn lesson one of your craft...I don't see the point of giving you the gift of such knowledge as of now, except that Nadirah, the lone beholder of the blood soul and its bestowed (vampires), might help you if I lose this passionate thought of not maiming you.."

She threw him back down as she released him and rose to her feet. Walking away from him, she turned back to the wall she was once floating around as a hell-raven, glancing that the crack in the camouflage of something that was there under its magical lock, that she was going to point out to him if it haven't for her temper leaking out of her control. The light from the very tiny opening reminded her what she was here for, and keep a reverie about whether or not it has grown since she left...all letting her rage, prone by her lack of feeding tonight and frustration with her subject, cool down.

"On second thought, I'll depart since I annoy you so much. I got what I needed while you bantered and scream at my little 'pet' illusion" Her cletched fist loosen as she reveal the pendent only to her deceptive eyes, one of many she retrieved from the caverns beneath him which she sealed back up as she distact herself with the artifact. "For your information, wait..." A smile moved into his view with a tiny glint from her fangs, "l'll tell when you're on your back again..."

Her entire body loosen its solidly until it became nothing but an errie chuckle in the dark cavern.


(She left the thread, as I did )

[Decimas]

“Can you believe her?” Decimas said in an outrage that he was keeping toned down while standing back up and rubbing his neck a little.. “Coming in here and belittling me like that with such quick judgement.” he continued, shaking his head and glaring at the empty space infront of him wherever his eyes turned. “She’s lucky I didn’t wanna start anything in here.” He continued, glaring still at the memory of the vampire queen as he dusted himself off. Really he had decided to lay back and take what she handed him, deeming it the better idea rather than starting some ruckus out of pride and defensiveness. He had too much on the line in that tomb, too much accomplished work to risk damaging it. Decims had work to do and he wasn’t about to set himself back on such a big project. Quite honestly, Decimas was far more peeved at that intolerable wench than he was with his constant nuisance of a ghost. This was of course more than surprising, and less than comfortable as he truly despised the ghost.

Nadirah had straight out insulted him in his own home, his own place of buisness before even seeing enough or knowing enough to make an educated judgement. She had belittled him and acted like a god over him, as though he was a pawn in the scheme of the world; something he most definitely was not. She also attacked him, in his own home, his own place of buisness for her own aggrevation. She was the agressor and yet somehow she blamed him. Some people, Decimas swore he would never understand. He was the Necromancer master, he was accompliching more than any necromancer before him ever had, and he knew he had more power than any before him as well, and yet that ignorent tart had shown him no respect whatcoever.

He couldhave done away with the wench too, though it wouldhave likely cost him all the work that had been done there; a sacrifice he wasn’t willing to make for the riddence of such a knave. “What a bitch.” He commented to himself as he walked up the tunnels into the main hall again. His pride would be defended when all of Karador would fall befor him, when he had accomplished the dream of every necromancer in history, and done what none of them ever could.

Taking a few breaths as he stood hesitating for a moment, Decimas looked around the room once or twice before heading off to his back room again where he sat back up on that large cement coffin and tried to relax, tried to put his anger aside. After several moments, Decimas turned to look to his side where his bottle of wine still sat, and got up to get himself a new glass after having shattered his last one on the wall. Taking a new wine glass off a shelf, He went back to sit down again and poured himself his wine. Then, taking a little sip of wine, holding the glass in his hand, Decimas managed to bring his mind back to dreaming that dream of his and smiled once more as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back.