Learning the power of Necromancy
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Lazurus was in Tirisfal Glades that day, and decided to try out some minion-controlling as he has seen the necromancers in the school do. He imagined it wouldn't be to hard, trying it out after all. He jerked the reins of his warhorse, it rearing up and neighing fiercely. It then surged on forward towards the Soliden farmstead nearby.
As he neared the farm, he halted his horse to a slow trot, plodding up towards where he saw a scarlet walking around. Grinning to himself, he slowly slid off from his horse, and took off his staff from his back. Before the scarlet even knew it, he sent an arcane bolt towards him, it electrifying his body. The poor scarlet fell down dead within one hit, luckily for Lazurus, he didn't have to do much for his prey today.
Dragging the scarlet over to the horse, he hauled it over the back of the saddle and took the warhorses harness into his hand.
"Come on then.." He muttered to the horse, leading it to the forest nearby so he could get his summoning started.
They found a suitable spot, Lazurus reaching up and taking the corpse from the saddle, he laid it down infront of him. Taking out his necromancy book he just so happened to have got at the school, he flipped it open to read about the properties of controlling and summoning a minion. He would have his own notes on the side, scanning over the words quickly.
Placing the book back into his satchel, he kneeled over the body and hovered his palms over the dead man's stomach.
He slowly began to chant, mumbling the words of Necrosis to imbue the body with his necrotic enhanced arcane. He focuses his magic into it, having his eyes closed tight to concentrate only on the task at hand. His energies slowly flowing into the body, would effect the corpse in it's subtle movements to show that it was working.
Running his hands over the length of the body slowly began to animate the tendons in it's legs. The first spark of movement was in it's leg, then it's arm. His body strained with the use of the necrotic energy, not normally using it for this sort of thing.
Needing to preform to his fullest in order for it to work, he put his whole being into animating the corpse. He would slowly stand up from his kneeling position, pulling at the air towards the dead scarlet. As if it were on strings, it began to rise slowly with him, it's hands pushing onto the ground, it's knees coming close together to raise itself up.
Lazurus was pleased with the success so far, keeping focus on the minion is it rose. The magic stopped flowing into it once he had it standing, the minion swaying back in forth in place. It's eyes were empty and black, showing it was no longer anything alive other than the weak bond Lazurus currently had it in.
Looking at the slouched minion, Lazurus turned and pointed down the hill towards a Darkhound not to far from which they stood.
"Go." He commanded, his finger still pointing towards the darkhound.
It took afew seconds, but the minion listened to his words and heeded his will, advancing forward towards the Darkhound. It wobbled terribly, not being perfect on Lazurus' first try, it slowly trudging along.
"Kill." Lazurus spoke commandingly, his voice stern and clear.
The Darkhound turned towards the minion as it was weakly pulling it's sword out from it's sheath. The Darkhound was faster, and leaped onto the minion, ripping into it's arm and shredding the skin, severing the arm from it's body.
The minion wobbly fiercely in response, trying to hit it with a pitiful swipe of it's sword. But, it never even got there, as the darkhound surged forward and knocked it over, blood and guts flying everywhere from it tearing into the flesh of the minion and ripping it apart.
The bond between minion and Necromancer were split, him no longer having control over it anymore. He sighed, writing down afew notes in his own little journal, before he hoisted himself up onto his steed.
"Back to the books..."
He seemed to like the zone of Tirisfal to do his training, it being more secluded then other areas. Though there was nothing private these days, rarely did he seem to cross someone that would interrupt him. This time he decided to preform his sorcery in the Night Web's Hollow, seeing as no-one would want to run into a spider-invested cave.
Stationing himself far in the back of the cave, for not a soul to find him, he traveled to as far as the cave went. The spiders were of no problem to him, if they were to try to attack him, he would blast them away with a simple spell.
Having yet another scarlet body, dropping it to the floor, he hoped that raising it would go better this time; maybe speeding up the process and it not being as weak as the other he had previously risen.
Kneeling infront of the body, he raised his hands over it and began to concentrate. His eyes closed as the magic began to illuminate his hands, the aura slowly drifting downwards into the body of the scarlet. In time, it would animate it.
The arcane magic, infused with his necrotic energies, made the body begin to twitch. Lazurus was getting better at this already, the body have taken longer in his previous attempt to make any sort of movement.
Though, it still took longer than he wanted it to take, his hands moving side to side in the air, covering every part of the body, his magic flowing into it.
Little twitches here and there, showing that the reanimation process was going well, the corpse becoming more alive as Lazurus kept pouring his energies into it. The fingers flexed, the knees buckled..
Lazurus stood up carefully, his eyes still closed and focusing on pulling the body up with him.
The body of course, began to raise aswell, turning over clumsily, placing it's palms onto the floor and knees together, pushing itself up into a kneeling position. Then, wobbling fiercely, it stood up.
Lazurus lowered his hands, the magic now ceasing to enter the body, he now having control over it. He observed as the corpse would sway alittle, and then slouch against the wall.
He sighed angrily, taking out his Necrotic Handbook that he has had for the past few days, reading over it about how to make minions stronger and not weak.
Practice, practice, practice.
The scarlet lingered for a moment, it's eyes shadows of their former selves. Lazurus turned around, seeing afew spiders gather infront of him, them not being to happy about him invading in their home. Of course, he would allow his minion to fight for him until it would fall back dead again since it was just a weakling.
Lazurus pointed to the spiders, a clawed index finger directing the scarlet to the first of the three in a line.
"Kill." He said commandingly, his voice dark, yet smooth and clear.
As the minion stumbled forward, it seemed to have more control than the one before, drawing it's sword from the sheath on it's side.
Two black eyes peered upon this as a non-friendly gesture, and the spider lunged at him with a flying leap in the air!
The scarlet looked up at the spider, it falling down close to it's face when suddenly, the sword slashed upwards, cutting the spider clean in half!
Two halves of the spider landed on either side of Lazurus, him looking down at the severed remains.
"Good.. Getting better.." He muttered to himself in a pleased tone, grinning at his minion, his eyes bright through the underside of his hood.
"Kill them all."
The two other spiders after seeing their comrade fall, lunged at the minion with a new vengeance. Their fangs dripping green, poisonous venom.
One of them got the minion in the leg, it not fast enough to hold up it's shield to bash that one away. Though, it did bash at the other one heading towards it, smacking it to the ground.
With a plop, the spider that was knocked fumbled around abit on the floor, jumping up from it's back to see through the small, black beady eyes of his, a sword tip slicing though one of it's legs.
It produced a high-pitched screech, and bit down on the side of the minion. The other spider was still working at the leg, injecting venom and eating at the dead skin.
The minion was slowed because of the venom, it's attacks not being as effective as they first were. But it gathered enough energy to slam the blade down onto the second spider, cutting it's head in half, the two sides splitting off from one another, green ooze gushing out.
Hearing the sickening sound of it's companion's head ripping apart, the other spider climbed up and bit into the scarlet's neck, him trying to claw it off with his fingertips, but falling victim as the Nightweb spider dug into the arteries in the neck, killing the already dead, but animated, minion.
Bond between Necromancer and the corpse were split, as it continued to get chewed on by the spider. Lazurus nodded his head no, holding out his hand and sending an electric bolt of arcanic energy towards the spider, it instantly frying from the intensity of it.
A dragged out, dry squeak was heard as the spider curled up and died, Lazurus placing his Necromancy book back into his satchel, to try yet again to gain the power he so desperately sought for..
Soft splashes washed onto the islet of Brightwater Lake, adding to the eerie ambiance of distant moans and wails. A heavy mist hung over the island, the density of it thick and foreboding. Whispers came from every direction if you were to stand directly in the center of it, mimicking familiar voices, driving you mad if you were to stay for to long..
Ah, but that didn't stop Lazurus. He was mad already, in a sense that is. Today, he was studying the art of corpse explosions. Dandy in those tight situations where you would need to inflict pain on multiple targets at once. As always, he had himself two bodies of dead scarlets by his warhorse. He brought two for the occasion, since he planned to master this ability most exceptionally. He liked exploding things from the inside out. Better yet with bodies of his minions.
Lazurus peered between the two bodies, taking in which he would have the pleasure of exploding first. The scarlets always looked the same, Caucasian males that either had a sword or mace. Though this time, it seemed that he happened to find a man with a lance on his back. Oh, how it was so much fun killing them with just simple spells, their bodies and minds so weak and subject-able to the use of Nectrotically inhanced Arcane magics. Though it did get quite boring sometimes, usually one-shotting them. So, he decided to have some fun with these.
With the scarlet that had the mace, he watched him retreat to his home unknowingly that Lazurus was behind. Lazurus then, showed up at the door, like an invited guest to a tea party. The poor scarlet! He had a family, a wife and a child. Of course, that made it all the better..
Lazurus took the wife, saying to the scarlet; "You wouldn't want me to hurt her... Would you..?"
The scarlet seemed enraged, holding his battle mace tightly. "Get away from my wife, or I swear I will kill you!"
Lazurus grinned from under his hood, taking a dagger from his side. "Ahh, that language will only get you pain, and suffering.. Think wisely.."
The scarlet seemed unable to do anything, to scared to act, for the life of his loved one. If he were to act heroic, Lazurus would kill her! He stepped down, dropping his mace.
"D-Don't hurt her.. I love her.."
The woman was crying, and the child screaming for their parents. Lazurus laughed, slitting open the womans neck in a flash, and sending a shadowy bolt towards the child, it being flung up against the wall like a ragdoll.
And how wonderful was the positioning of that boar head, impailing the child right through it's heart, it sticking out on the tusk and dripping blood to the floor.
The scarlet yelled in a distraught tone, as he clumsily tried to charge Lazurus while his wife's head fell to the floor with a sickening plop.
As the scarlet raised his arm up to attack Lazurus, he shoved his fingers right through his abdomen, his five claws digging into the skin, entering the stomach, as he would clench and pull outwards.
He gasped in agony, and fell to the floor infront of his wife's severed head. His stomach convulsed in pain as he bled out to death, the last thing he saw was his child on the boar's tusk, and his wife's head laying right infront of him...
Lazurus smirked at the thought. The memory he will cherish forever, seeing that much suffering on the mans face. He was done reminiscing,
dragging a body towards a pile of bones on the isle.
He dropped it and stood back. The mist that was always hanging over the island kept his activities obscured from curious peepers. Kneeling down infront of the body, he placed his hands over it and began to chant.
Not only was he studying corpse explosions and learning to better it, he was also grasping the ability of raising minions. In order to preform a corpse explosion he must raise one, therefore getting better at two things at once. Very productive.
As the minion began to twitch and sputter to life, Lazurus stood and pulled at the scarlet to raise with him. It did so, not disappointing him one bit, as the living corpse pushed up from the ground and stood.
The scarlet had only afew minor twitches here and there, from being dead. It's legs would shake immensely from time to time, but not continuously as it was when Lazurus first started to raise the dead.
Lazurus would always leave the weapons the scarlet would have on them before they died. So, naturally, the scarlet reached for it's belt and pulled from it not a sword this time, but a battle mace. Though, Lazurus didn't plan any fighting today...
He murmured afew words, backing up away from the minion as he did, to take cover by his warhorse. Swirling his hands over one another, he clasped them together tightly. As he did, the minion froze. Lazurus gazed at it for a moment. His skeletal hands parted swiftly, resulting in the aftermath he wanted.
The scarlet suddenly inflated greatly, it's eyes popping out of it's head and the body ripping apart from the stomach. A flurry of blood and bone expelled from the body as the cranium burst open, the intestinal track ruptured outwards, and the arms sundered from the joints.
The revolting sound of ripping flesh and guts gurgling out from the body and squishing onto the ground as they would fall to the earth would make anyone want to disgorge and gag.
Bloody raindrops burst into the sky, and fell back down all over the little island, the mist turning a crimson color as it did.
Lazurus was pleased, a dark chuckle emitting from his throat.. Luckily for him, he still had one more body to 'dispose' of...
Studying and mastering Necromancy may be a walk in park, but for Lazurus, it seemed to be taking a toll on him. He would do anything for power, anything to make him the strongest that he will ever be. Wanting to destroy everything in his path. No mercy, no regret. His voyage to be the most powerful and sought after necromancer in all of Azeroth seemed troubled by his worsening condition. As of recently, he would begin to cough terribly. Echor would spill out of his mouth in his worser coughing fits. He has taken to herbs to ease the coughing, but it is still there.
Being once again in Tirisfall, Lazurus was improving and testing his necromantic abilities slowly but surely. Hidden in the dense and creptic forests of the Glades, he was surely safe in preforming his magic here. Infront of him laid a corpse of a woman. Not particularly good for using as a minion, but he was just testing something out today. Another body lay next to her, a man. They looked like simple farmers from the Solliden Farmstead, carrying only pitchforks on their backs.
Lazurus would raise his arms towards the female swirling his palms together as he did, conjuring a dark ball of arcanic energy in his hands. Within it swirled blue and purple to show that the arcane magic was infused with the power of necrotic purpose. Having his eyes closed in concentration, the ball grew brighter and larger in his hands to that of a wiffle-ball. He would open his eyes again slowly revealing the eerie glow of his eyes. Whispering to himself and almost seeming to say it to the arcanic ball aswell, he said; "Sherrak."
The ball would shoot from his hand into the corpse of the woman, the body jerking upwards after it would be absorbed into her chest cavity. Slowly after that would she begin to twitch all over and jolt about. Only from that little ball of energy, and not the whole tedious process of infusing her limbs with various amounts of necrotic magic, she began to stand up and look towards her master. She seemed surprisingly stable for the first succeeded attempt Lazurus has completed. Before perfecting this spell, he had many test subjects to weigh the amount of how much necrotic and arcane energy he had to put into the small ball.
Lazurus held out his index claw, using a 'Come Hither' motion to the minion. The response seemed good as she walked over to him smoothly and with no limp. Being most pleased in the process so far he decided to do some mental commands to see if the minion would listen. He'd make her twirl around, dip down with her hand and raise back up. Fluent motions are swift and steady. Doing some quick jabs with her arms and other similar martial arts moves, it would show that the minion could preform everything one of his regular infused minions could. But even better.
This made Lazurus most delighted in the sense of his magic becoming stronger and more stable. Sending the other minion off towards a tree nearby, Lazurus simply snapped his fingers. The minion fell to the ground in an immediate response to the snap. The little arcane ball drifted out from the mouth of the minion, and shot back to Lazurus' hand. Having his palm flat and infront of him, the ball hovered for a moment waiting to be commanded once again. He shot it at the male farmer infront of him.
"Sherrak!"
The farmer was imbued with the ball. It sunk into his abdomen and soon after the spasms began. He'd flop about for a minute like a child having a seizure, and then suddenly stopped. Lazurus waited for a long moment, wondering what the holdup was in raising his minion. As he was just about to clench his hand into a tight fist of frustration, the minion began to get up from it's knees and stand to attention. Lazurus sighed deeply observing the minion for any cause that might have been to why he rose slower than the woman. He did do one thing different. And that was he shot the ball at his abdomen and not his chest like the woman. Though if this could be a contributing factor to which the reason why the minion had risen so slowly this time, Lazurus did not know.
He snapped his fingers yet again and the minion fell to the ground that he had just risen from. The ball floated out of his mouth and flew once again to the awaiting palm of Lazurus' hand. His claws encased the ball in his palm as he closed his eyes in concentration. Thinking.. Thinking.. He will try to raise the male farmer by shooting the ball into his chest first. Lazurus wasn't sure how this would make a difference. Surely enough after Lazurus had sent the ball to be absorbed in the chest the same as the woman, the reaction was similar. He would jolt upwards in an arch, and fall down. Trembles here and there, and then the minion would stand! The minion waddled over to Lazurus and stood infront of him as he commanded. He did the regular routine of making him bend down, come back up, and swirl around. His movements were quick and tranquil as the womans' were.
"Good.." He muttered to himself, sending the minion off by the woman's corpse and freed him from his bond with the snap of his claws.
He figured the minion rose earlier due to the most vital organs being in the chest cavity, and the magic not having to travel much farther to get to the brain of the corpse. Seeing as this way was most effective, Lazurus would continue to experiment with his new-found knowledge of raising minions in a more quick and improved manner..
The forest surrounding Stillwater pond was quiet that dawn. Little crickets chirped their lullabies and the fish swum carelessly in the murky lagoon. Lazurus situated himself on the edge of the water, watching the fish carry on their weaving patterns in the depths of the pond. His eyes traced their movements idly as he relaxed for a mere minute before continuing on with his everlasting training. He had in his lap a small coffee-like mug that small tendrils of steam would swirl from above it. Inside the liquid would lie afew herbs for the easing of his throat as the coughing would be persistent without it. His hood would be lowered to allow access for the mug to reach his lips for afew sips, long silvery blue hair draped around his shoulders.
As he finished the herbal tea he had prepared, he'd place the mug into his many compartments within his thick robes and stand to attention. No one seemed to be around at the moment besides the Ravaged Corpses and Rotting Dead. Perfect for his studies today.
Raising his hood and pulling up his sleeves slightly he would prepare himself to take control of the undead that were wandering mindlessly before him. Exciting infact, to be able to take over a foolish individual with just a flick of a wrist and a bond on them that will last as long as they can stand it. These being mindless zombies, their will is next to zero and most likely will not have any resistance to the spell. Ah, wonderful for training to get use to the spell and learn how to control it.. But no match for stronger willed forsaken that he would take the liberty of preforming this tactic on. And so, the first step is always to learn. Then to perfect it later on with more challenging tasks.
Having his arms extending out before him, he closed his eyes and whispered the wispy melody of incantations. Small arcanic strings twirled around his fingertips as he continued with reciting the spell. They would form into a single strand of necrotic magic after he was finished infusing the arcane with the dark arts. Opening his eyes, he shot it at the nearby Ravaged Corpse that was lingering in place. It struck it in the head and immediately it turned to Lazurus. Blankly it stared with it's head cocked slightly to the left.
Lazurus gave it a mental command to speak. All of course that came out was gargled nonsense that no one could interpret. Seeing as that did not work, he told it to swirl around. The Ravaged Corpse was like a ballerina, it twirling about like an imbecile. Lazurus nodded slightly, content with the progress so far. Now to break the bond.. How would he go about doing that?
Another question. Why would he want to do that? Various reasons that may come up in certain circumstances of course being the most obvious to release an undead from a necrotic bond... He shall now try to preform that. Raising an index claw to the corpse, he would attempt to extract the tendril of energy he shot into his skull.
The tendril would slip out of the mouth of the Ravaged, leaving it stumbling in confusion. Seemed easy enough and quick to release someone from a bond, but not very concealing in the visible smoke of magic emitting from the throat of the victim. He would have to learn a new way to better release a person from the bond with more obscurity.
The Ravaged Corpse dizzied around abit, stepping on it's own feet as it would make it's way towards a nearby tree. Lazurus would turn towards the Rotting Dead, giving the spell one more go and hopefully with a more suitable result. He formed the arcanic tendril in his hand letting it freely slither around his claws. He shot it towards the Rot, it being absorbed into the temple same as the other undead. The Rotting being under his control now, he made it do afew simple exercises to ensure that he had the full grasp over it's mind. A twirl, some gargles, everything seemed to be in working order. Lazurus closed his eyes and concentrated on obscuring the tendril that would emit from the mouth of the undead.
Murmuring afew words and whirling his hand in the air infront of him, he would attempt to break the mental clasp he had on the undead. This time it was better as Lazurus released the Rotting Dead from under his control. Instead of a very visible arcane disperse from it's mouth, it was just a breath of cold air. The mist you would see when you were to exhale in a freezing environment.
Lazurus was not overly satisfied with the still slightly visible substance that would signal to someone something wrong, but he would continue to work on it. He would turn to the lake looking at the fish swim once more in their arranged patterns as he would raise an arm to his mouth and start coughing abruptly, ichor spilling onto the long sleeve of his robe..