The Tavern

she looked over at the man still on the ground holding his crotch whimpering like a baby she knew she couldn't stay there, it wouldn't be to long before he recovered and was after her again, after all his gold pouch was heavy, she was sure it had a lot of gold to loose in it, she smiled and tucked the pouch she had been holding the whole time away, then the girl turned to follow the others.

"Pah a fools game, besides I have no use for gold it is only a spell i seek. Does anyone know where I can find the Well of Suffering?" All the sudden out of nowhere striders skull breaks as he gives Strider an evil gaze."I know who you are but I won't kill you I have something else in mind, as you know roughly 170 fire imps have followed me from Kryta. Also a thing to note is this tavern wench has majical powers that I am sure could be amplified to me if I sacrifice her. I will allot you 35% of what energy I earn from sacrificing this women and in trade all you must do is create a diversion in here. Do we have an accord Strider, as you know Necromancers will make pacts when it fits both of their perspective goals. Without warning he grabs the purple haired women and telports a mile away using Blackout he nullifies her majic then with a swing of his scepter he casts a projectile knocking her unconscious. He heads closer to his new objective the sacirificial alter if she is some how connected to this Dark Lady he has heard of the potential energy he could get would be limitless.

Mashekle slightly confused at what had just happened, looked to the remaining few. "So how about the rest of you... up for the challenge?" He winked as he tossed a gold coin in the air.

Illzev enters his dank catacomb truimphant he now has a perfect sacirifice it had been along time since he had found anyone worthy of being sacrificed. The stench of decay permeates through the entire catacomb just as Illzev likes it. Illzev enters the altar room placing her in the altar, he prepared the first circle of blood around he has a few extra flask just for such an occasion. He then begins the next step placing his one thousand arcane skulls in a circular pattern aound the sacrifice. He feels a strange disturbance for a moment but does not let it phase him as he continues his work.

the wench begins to come to opening her eyes she can see that she is on some sort of an alter surrounded by skulls and blood and there was a necro standing over her. she closed her eyes again trying to pretend to be out still when she remembered what had happened to her anger and fear began to take over her. she could fill the power build in her and for once in her life she welcomed it. Illzev could fill the heat coming from the girl. before he could react to it she burst into flames of a dark purple that matched her hair. she stood up on his alter with the flames surrounding her. she could fill her self loosing control as the flames around her grew. then the flames shot out from her body filling the room with the alter in it. then the Morgen fell to her knees and the flame died. she sat there on her knees trying to get her strength back. not knowing the fate of the necro, she wanted to be ready for a fight she did still have her magic to protect her. she stood up to find her way out of the catacombs still filling a little week.

"Mashekle!!! GO TO HER AND HELP HER!!!" It was like thunder slamming into his skull. He could feel a strong pull in the direction the necro went. . "Im sorry to bow out like this gents, but the wench needs me aide." With a smile he ran off in the direction of the pulling.

Illzev amused that there is still fight left in her but also annoyed that his ritual has been interrupted. He now knows the dangers that have been unleashed by interrupting his prepared ritual."Well fortunately it seems that you have been spared being sacrificed. Thou now a greater danger lies in this catacomb, the wraiths have a hunger for blood. Especially those who do not study the dark arts like myself. With this spell I would have had control over them but now it's too late for that. I grant you a choice tavern wench help me destroy them and i'll let you live." He makes a snarled smile observing an incantation on one of his many tombs. Fully prepared incase she refuses his generous offer.

"I'll help you only because I want out of this stink hole but I"m warning you necro if you so much as touch me I will shock you." morgen said with challenge in her eyes and sparks radiating from her fingers

As mashekle approached the catacomb, he noticed something was horribly wrong. "I will kill that necro!!" He whispered. "No Mashekle you mustn't !! He is not the enemy now." As if accentuating her words, a wraith emerged at the entrance, screaming in some incoherent tongue. "Ok.... I didnt expect that!" MAshekle yelled, preparing a spell at the same time.

SLAM!!!! was the noise that reverberated throughout mashekles being. Suddenly images of an entire life swept before his eye, as if he had lived them himself. "You are one..." He heard in his groggy mind. As he shook his head to clear the cobwebs he noticed his two companions from the library standing next to him. "I am finally whole!" He yelled as he finished casting the earthquake spell that toppled the wraith onto the cracked ground.

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