The Castle

Nagash quietly watched the rest tapping his bony hand against the table. The rhythmic beat echoing in the room, he could keep it up forever as he never truly tired, but he was starting to feel homesick. He missed his Room.

He looked up to the occupants and motioned to Peter “You, Peter, if I remember correctly. An old man needs his rest, so I will be returning to my chambers. If something happens that requires my attention simply send one of your shadows, and I will see if I can accommodate you. I would appreciate it if you would inform me on Asuras return. I always return a favor young shadow, remember that.”

He stretched out his arm gently taking his servants arm in his grasp and letting the servant pull him to his feet. The servant moved slowly, taking small steps so that Nagash’s small steps could keep up. His tattered robes hung loosely from his body. He resembled almost like a child wearing his father’s clothing so loose were they, but Nagash never did anything without purpose. He was Nagash the Black, Nagash the Great Necromancer, Nagash the once fabled God of Undeath, but now he was merely a very tired old man.

They reached the room, and moved to the only furniture in the room a very large stone throne like chair. The servant gently lowered the old lich into the chair, and once completed the servant fell apart his body crumbling back to their original.. Pieces.

Nagash quietly opened his black book, the skin and blood pages, he imagined were cold to the touch, but he could not feel anymore. The book was written in strange words and letters that only he could read for he had created the language. He began to speak quietly, every word holding power in them causing the air itself to lose its warmth and a soul screamed. The scream was almost strong enough to cause a tear in the hearts of those that heard. For this was a most foul act. One no mortal besides Nagash could achieve.

The soul was being torn from the afterlife, ripped away from where it had once had salvation. Now it would become a twisted creature bound to Nagash’s will. The soul was silver in color, a giant blur of color and at a flick of his hands the soul was absorbed into a suit of armor lying on the ground among that vast other items cast around. The suit of armor began to connect, mending itself. The sound of snapping bones, and bending armor filled the air as the armor rose up. The open helm was dark as a dark energy swirled around inside, and only two very large red eyes ruined the complete abysmal color.

“Raise my Wraith. Come to your Masters side.” The Wraith did not walk but float over before hovering next to Nagashs throne a large sword in its hands. It would be his hand for now. Centuries ago he had raised entire battalions of these creatures to serve as his personal guard next to the vampires, but that was so long ago.

Pieter bowed to the great king "I will do as you say sire" he didn't mind that the Lich king was mispronouncing his name, many of the English forgot that his name was Russian, and his leaving was to be expected of someone his age. When the King was fully out of the room Pieter turned to Cyrus "First thing's first. Your sister was the butt of a cruel joke and my shadow is reporting at this moment she is being taken care of by....... a creature of a deep inner light. You should find her!" He then turned to Darious "Would you be kind enough to help me set some minor defenses up?" After that he turned to Fell "Perhaps you'd like to do some recon on the Village and where they're at in their own defenses?" Finally he turned to Ivory "You my dear may go do what ever it is you wish. I dont care as long as you aren't helping the humans." He smiled at her and then spun around to face all the other people in the room. It was at this point he remembered Sabine. "Ah I almost forgot! My dear girl I DESPISE slavery would you be so kind as to allow me to remove the shadow collar from around your neck? It wouldn't hurt and I would take the blame from your *Ahem* mistress." He looked into her eyes and saw a long sad past. Her shadow yielded little information, which was odd for a woman who's shadows always love to gossip, and he didn't want to scare her any more then he possibly could.

Darious shrugged a bit when Asura left. Good riddance He looked to Pieter. "Im sure our little friend Asura can take care of herself. If she were in danger im sure she would find a way out of it. I have a feeling she is not just an ordinary vampire." He looked around at the others, all being given a task by Pieter. "Yea, I'll help you set up some defenses." He looked to Ivory. "hopefully you will be around, I would love to have a more in depth conversation with you." He turned his attention back to Pieter. "So whatcha have in mind?" He leaned against the wall near Ivory. A charming smile crossed his face as he watched her. She was stunning.

Sabine looked up as Pieter spoke to her. "Um no I would like it to stay where it is. She is not an unkind mistress, and plus its nice to belong to someone that's not cruel." Sabine walked out of the room not caring to be the center of attention. She slipped out the back door and headed into the town to look for her mistress. She was quite lost without direction. She had never really been on her own without a master and she was quite confused. Sabine easily slipped into the town unnoticed.

Pieter watched Sabine go with a heavy heart he shook his head and turned back to Darious "I will be mixing and setting explosives in key points around the castle. You will find all the weapons you can, fortify all entrances" he gestured at the window Sabine had entered ", and ask King Nagash if he would be kind enough to give us some more......magical help." Darious's shadow was practically screaming that he liked Ivory but Pieter was trying to ignore it since he'd taken a liking to her too. A feud over a girl neither of them would likely win was foolish at this point. "Does that sound okay?"

When Ivory made her book Pieter was mildly impressed. It wasn't often he saw something come from nothing! "You have immense powers?" he said slyly he wanted something from her but he didnt want to ask in a direct way. "Could you say create entire potions?"

((Sorry, been working non stop. :'( Just got back home))

Darious smiled and began searching for weapons around the castle, going from room to room. He eventually came across a dusty door that didn't look like it was opened in many ages. He slammed his weight against the door and it budged open. Pushing the door open all the way light flooded in the room and there were weapons lining the walls. Nice! He inspected the weapons one by one, pushing the dust off them. These must have been here for a long time, this must be the armory. He took a couple sample pieces and made his way back downstairs. He placed the weapons against the wall and smiled a bit. "Looky what I found, though I think they might not be of much use unless we are fighting humans. The hunters will not go down so easily."

Pieter looked at her not sure whether she was kidding or not. Her shadow had told him she didn't grant wishes a lot and he didn't want to make a fool of himself. He closed his eyes and thought inwardly about the potion he wanted, if he was going to try he might as well try it right, and then said out loud using the format her shadow said was correct "Hear my plea oh great Djin! Grant me, the holder of thine lamp, a wish of my own. Grant me the potions that I see in my mind!" While this was happening he heard Darious reenter the room with a semi-loud clatter.