Snippet #915007

A voice called out from somewhere close behind, only serving to anger the necromancer further. As if to compound his rage, yet another fool chimed in. Who were these idiots that just barged in unannounced into a general's presence? Nhil shook his head in dismissal. Pleasantries didn't really apply at the moment, considering the situation. Any doubt he could've had about the nature of the dark elf's meeting was dashed away when the slightest hints of fear tugged at Diloxi's features.

”Captain.. why don’t you come inside and give me your report.” Diloxi said, in a poor attempt to seem nonchalant. Nhil gave her a thin, tight-lipped smile and walked further into the room until barely a meter seperated the two. Her speaking to the two new arrivals barely registered in his mind, as Nhil focused on gathering more magical energy. He thought he saw Diloxi glance at the dresser, but thought little of it. She was practically naked, and any equipment she could gather from there...well, she'd be dead before she could slip on a ring. Her dulcid voice snapped the necromancer out of his thoughts and drew his immediate attention. ”Why such the aggressive expression Captain? Are you still upset with me for striking you?”

All pretenses of difference or politeness were thrown out of the window at that moment. Does she really think I didn't see? Nhil made a show of looking around the room, as if realizing this was his first time here. Finally, his steely gaze rested on Diloxi. "Hm...aggression...no, no. I realize you did what you thought was right in...striking me. No. I'm more interested in the fact that you consort with..." his mouth spread in a malicious grin. "Snakes?" Reaching down, he wrapped a gloved hand around around bundle of leathers. Without showing himself to be in any rush, the deep human slowly unwrapped the package to reveal a perfectly preserved obsidian skull, presumeably blackened by fires. As soon as his hand touched the article of bone, a palpable force of wrongness hung heavy in the air. Whispers of some unseen bieng hissed within the ears of those nearby...the gibbering dead. "I don't suppose you've met my brother..." he said, raising the skull to eye level. "This is Gillian." the empty eyesockets instantly beamed to life with an unearthly green glow. "And he says you're a naughty little elf. So if you would..."

Thirteen remnants, each a half-rotted zombie erupted from the earth below Diloxi's tent, tearing down the structure in brief moments and loping towards the dark elf. It was at that exact moment that the seven wraiths waiting outside shifted to the corporeal plane and howled in agony, hissing through the air to rend the very lifeforce from Diloxi's mortal shell. Nhil himself raised a single finger of his free hand, and spoke a single word of power. A line of pure black energy streaked from the oustretched digit towards Diloxi's chest. The finger of death was a spell that would literally, forcibly remove the woman's soul. Nhil smiled and hopped back a few steps, drawing one of his blades Nithe and fell into a ready crouch. He knew that Diloxi was a sorcerer of no small skill, and maybe she'd be able to counter-spell his finger of death, or de-animate a couple of his undead...but not both. She would not be leaving alive.

"You die this night, traitorous bitch!"

All around, soldiers began to stirr, roused from their sleep by the commotion.