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Answer: Found, was correct
Watched Snack transfer one rat's soul to another, made latter rat able to 'live'. Keeping it for other studies.
New Question: Who controls latter rat's body
Answer: Soul from first rat, correct
Two means of Necromancy:
1. Send new soul into corpse that been dead for awhile
2. Use life force to 'awaken' soul within body
~ Life force allows control over the body
a. Needs to be exact, cannot be too much, or too little
b. Channeled, similar to arcane
Necromancer keeps link to construct, can be disrupted via anti-magic barrier
Objects can be used to enhance construct
Idea: Use power core that powers arcane constructs in Silvermoon
~ Caidrah brought a broken one, she we would find me an intact arcane core
a. Would allow construct to move outside of master's link
b. Provide energy for stronger and bigger constructs
Snack allowed such an object as payment
Even she questioned my state... Perhaps should take more care upon myself
Snack showed a rune I never seen before, Necromancy-related, origin not known
~ First level of Necromancy = Runes
a. Empowered by shadow
b. Have been taught to connect via arcane... Not enough to control
New task: Learn to wield shadow
Below the notes, more complete thoughts are written.
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Caidrah is dangerous... She showed me a site that contained a very powerful Fel blade... It was split in half, but remained afloat by the very Fel that is infused in it. She wanted to take the weapon, from the demons that surround the site. I nearly had to drag her away from the place, as the demons were beginning to attack us. That woman is crazy... But she should prove useful in the future, if she can bring me more of these power cores... As long as she doesn't become a slave to the Burning Legion she so desires...
I have been connecting myself with the Shadow a few times each day... I hope to begin to control and manipulate it very soon. As long as no one bothers me...
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I thought it would be the same...
Bringing Berenice back... I dreamed it would make everything go back to how it was, when that spark was there between us... It's not there anymore, at least for me. Perhaps it's the amount of decay she has suffered, or how she quickly reverted to her terrible self. I promised to restore her body as much as it is possible, as soon as Snack teaches me how...
Maybe I had hoped for the real Berenice, the priestess of the Light... It seems she doesn't re-call her final moments, but if she ever remembered, I hope she would forgive me, and see that I have wanted to make it up for her.
... What am I doing?.. I, have feelings for an undead, I even committed acts of love with her... This isn't normal, she doesn't understand, Annabelle doesn't understand, no one. I do not know who I am anymore, a lost child amidst a busy street...
I cannot even bare to see Anna again, not after what I'm doing, she wouldn't accept me. She hasn't even felt the same towards me,.. Yet I tell myself this and the lust and passion only burns stronger, I cannot make it go away. It batters at my heart like the ocean's waves upon a shore...
There was no turning back on this road... Not ever, my finger tips tingle at the thought of Necromancy, it is a small the only joy left that I am able to find in this world. The thirst for knowledge is great, and I am more than happy to sate it.
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So far... -Terrible- luck.
The meeting went, average. I managed to keep up my false belief for Berenice, giving a fake speech... Her troll slave seems to have been broken. As for the travel to Raven Hill, my supplier thought to kill us while he had the upper hand of surprise and numbers... His men were slaughtered. Nemeth and Dearly did leave mid-battle, which troubles me about their loyalty. If Berenice got to them, I believe they would end up like the Troll...
Speaking of which, Berenice did find him... Seemed to removed his left forearm... I am shocked he was still alive. Berenice wants me to replace the forearm with another, provided by the Troll. We'll see if I'll learn something from Snack that'll assist me in this task, otherwise it would remain limply there.
Regardless, Berenice also ordered that we would wipe out the House of Autumns, along with Annabelle... This must be avoided, I tried speaking to Berenice and she would only delay for a short amount of time... And knowing her, that won't be long. I have to inform Annabelle, I already sent a letter to her asking to meet me in Booty Bay. I already know this won't turn out well at all... A lot of explaining would occur, and Anna would be very displeased with me... Hopefully, she won't ask too many questions... Why am I doing this? This is a terrible idea...
On a slight bright note, I was able to twist and conjure shadow to my will, without suffering major damage. I'll seek out Snack after my little, adventure, to move on with my training. I still need to gather a new item for her, since the power core was given in turn for bringing Berenice back...
And Caidrah, summoned a Fel Guard within the room, I had her banished. Too bad... I required her Fel energies for the idea I had in mind. Perhaps the orc might do...
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That... Went about as worst as it could've gone. Fel... This definitely was -not- a good idea.
At least Annabelle does not know anything about myself learning Necromancy, I believe she would've snapped if she learned that... Everything went well, until she started to question me... It wasn't until she told me that she found Berenice's grave unearthed that everything went down hill...
I broke under the pressure, spilled that I had Berenice brought back... Anna was pissed, she started to yell. There was nothing I could do... Nothing I could've explained why I felt it was right at the time, she... She must've given up on me, she walked away...
Then Berenice showed up, along with that crazy Elf... I had to warn Annabelle to leave, and to stay away from Duskwood. I ran off after her, attempting to explain before Berenice found her. She, I think, she understood why I brought Berenice back.. I don't know, she was still mad the last time I saw her face...
Berenice did catch up, sending the elf to kill Anna. I would've stopped him, if I could... But... Berenice... Anna went down a waterfall to escape the elf, if she died... I...
I can't do this, it's tearing my heart and mind apart, I can't -choose- a side, not again... I can't let Berenice down, but she's... She's undead... Anna... She'll, she'll never love me... But... I don't even know who I am anymore... I only do these horrible things to please Berenice... I tried to change for Anna... Now both of them hate me...
... All I ever wanted was to be -normal-... Find a loving wife, purchase land somewhere quiet... Raise a family... No Fel or undead, no fighting or hate... Just us, in our little own world... Is that too much to ask?..
I'm already damned to a fate worst than death... When did I start to lose control of my life?..
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First construct: Rodent
Method: Rune drawn on back of skull with black chalk
1. Pour shadow into rune
2. Focus on what I want the creature to do
a. Live, move, bite, everything
b. Will have to remember much about the living
Success: Undead Rat.
New task: Find link between master and minion and harness it.
No idea where to begin.
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I have my first construct... A little rodent I found within our pile of corpses. I want to give him a name, but nothing has come to mind. It's a strange fellow, simply stares at me most of the time. At least he cares about me... Then again I am its master...
Berenice, she's... She's just a b***h. That's all I have to say about her.
At least Anna seems to be alive... Fel, I worried about her... She seems to have found another man, or perhaps she was lucky enough to be with him when Ta- Nightmare... Attacked...
Strangely enough, he went to cut off some of her hair. Why, I'll never understand... I bet she's still pissed off at me... At least my little friend here isn't, though his tail doesn't move at all, I forgot about that movement...
Going to find a name for you soon, little buddy...
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Finally had some time alone, to reflect on past and current events...
So far, my lessons have been going well. I'm learning to control my little rodent more and more, the link between us is becoming easier to control. Hopefully, I'll be able to be actively moving while in direct control of the creature. We'll see.
A matter that concerns me, a half demon half, I assume human, named Marianna, is attempting to unite the factions of the Catacombs under her will. I find it distasteful, to become such a slave to Fel, to actually become one of those monsters... Disgusting. We'll look onto this manner, if she attempts to threaten us, we'll waste no time into cutting her down. One woman could not withstand the entire Echo...
Berenice... Berenice is still gone. I have no clue as to where she went, and it troubles me. She could've went after Anna, and Talian isn't telling me... So far nothing has been gained from bringing her back, she's a pain in the ass. I'm starting to wonder why I even liked her... Was it out of self-pity, or am I that desperate?..
Talian is suppose to be watching Anna, in case she wanders off somewhere that isn't safe. I worry greatly about her... I miss her...
I must focus on my training... But would Anna even speak to me if she found out what I have become? Berenice would kill me if I stopped now... And the power, the draw... It's like nothing I ever experienced...
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What kind of luck haunts me? That's the second organ supplier that failed on their end of the deal. Worst, there wasn't any organs at all, save for that fool Voran. Fel knows why he was here...
Anna was there though, along with that giant Demon Hunter... At least she's protected, Berenice wouldn't be after her while he's around... Right? Regardless, after attempting to kill Voran, Annabelle shows up out of no where. I rather not risk capture, as it already seem bad on my part for attacking the Sin'dorei, though I do not believe Voran truly noticed who I was.
If he did... I did conjure shadow... Anna won't be pleased...
I need to quickly finish my studies, the link between the rat and I is strong enough for advancement. Tonight, I'll attempt to control it while my eyes are open. Should be able to tell which vision is mine, and which belongs to the rodent, he is color-blind after all.
Berenice... Berenice is still no where to be found... There's no one to talk to, no one to hold... No one to approve of my efforts, the risks that I take for my body and mind...
Mister Whiskers listens, and obeys... At least he's loyal... And quiet...
The page is lengthy, faint liquid drops, along with small random marks on the paper are noticeable.
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What an series of events that have occurred.
Firstly, hired many free-swords to begin hunting the Death Knights in Duskwood. We'll see how long they survive. Even if they took down one, that'll be worth it.
As I finished talking with two dwarfs in Darkshire, I was returning to the Catacombs when Talian had a search party out for me. I'm starting to grow annoyed with the man, for many reasons.
Above all else, Annabelle was there. Talian knocked her out, and had her taken to the Catacombs. I was outraged, I couldn't do this to Anna... But, I was overtaken by the scars she wears... She's too reckless to be out in the world, I can't let her out, not with Berenice still missing...
I'm keeping control over Annabelle with the liquid I take for instant knockout, and I shall attempt to speak with her soon...
...
End of day one... Its been rough, on both of us. I'm stuck in there, making sure Anna doesn't get an idea to rush outside to her death... While she keeps reminding me why I hated life.
Berenice has trapped me in her web, I cannot leave her... Half of me doesn't want to, but... She can't do what I want. I wanted to raise a family of my own, and she lacks the... Functions... If I left, she would hunt me down, and kill me...
Annabelle is the complete bane of my thoughts for Berenice... She's everything a man would want... Its just, -I- lack something that would grab attention of her heart... I don't know what it is... I would do anything to find what key unlocks her heart... If I don't, she'll just push me away... Back into the shadows... Back into the hell hole... Where I'll stay forever...
Why doesn't she understand... Even if I told her everything, she would still reject me. There's nothing in my power that would win her over... And it eats me up. -Nothing- works with her... And... I'm losing hope... Losing my mind... Losing control...
I need... To find a way to get through her... Or I fear, there won't be anything left of me... Maybe she doesn't care... No one would love a Necromancer... Only the dead...
She's off the ropes that kept her to the bed, I'll keep an eye on her still, in case she attempts to flee.
... Why won't she love me... I would kill for a solution for whatever barrier there is between each other... I would do anything... Anything...
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Well, I made my first real construct, a human skeletal structure, held by screws and arcane. It's a terrible creation, I can barely get it to walk. Will have to improve... Snack said for me to experiment on my own for now, we'll see how that goes.
... Annabelle, sometimes I just want to slap her across the face. Others... Not so much. She's acting like a child, I -really- need to find an anti-magic shield to place in the room...
Oh, but we talk for hours... She keeps remaining me of how much my life has fallen, what I'm doing is wrong, that I should let her out... I finally let her use her windstone for a while, before she started to speak in a different tongue. I had to take it away from her, and shattered it... Crazy girl...
And then we talked some more... I keep pushing her to stop the fighting, butt hen she... She says she doesn't even want to have a family. I couldn't believe it... Because of her short life-span, that she would die before she saw her children marry... It tore me apart, not only that she.. Will now, never want to raise a family, like I want to, but it would -hurt- her if she did...
I couldn't understand, I ran... She'll never be with me... Why can't I find an opening to her heart... Why... Why... Why..
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Attempt to make new construct, failed. Hand, charred. Face, gaunt. Anna helps.
... I should let her out of here.. But I -can't-... I can't do it, she could die, Berenice could find them, they -both- die... I, I don't know... I just wish Anna and I, could be together... Have a family, no matter her health... I could take care of her, if she would stay away from the fighting... Maybe we can add a few years to her life...
... She shouldn't suffer like that... I want her to have a family... Settle now, -stop fighting-...
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Thirsty... That damn Fel-Sworn, just being near me is enough to make my taste buds tingle, for that soothing blood that she could offer...
Look at me, I can't believe I'm getting thoughts about that. After going through the terrible withdraws, how am I still wanting to gorge myself on that vile liquid? Makes me crazier than Talian... I bet I harmed Anna, last time. I couldn't think straight... Why does she have to act like that? It's like taking care of a child... And she's acting so weird, I makes me wonder if she found another way to communicate to someone outside...
What if I can't get her to love me... She already fights me, must hate me for keeping her down here... Though she says she cares, I just don't know... She's the only woman who knows everything about me, and is still at my side, trying to help me... Why won't she take another step forward?.. I must be ugly, unpleasing to her eye, or is it that I'm such a freak for all the things I have done down here... I -don't- know...
Maybe... Maybe, wherever you go, once you die, is a happier place... Yes, perhaps the afterlife holds something better than this Fel hole...
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Hope... None, she did as I thought she would... She'll never love me... I should just end it now...
As soon as she goes to sleep... I'm going to search for a new location to house her... Even if she doesn't escape... I fear it's already a lost cause...
Don't leave me Anna... If you go.. I don't want to know, what will happen...
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She wouldn't love me, I asked her to end it for me... I released her, and she left me. Left me there to suffer for the rest of my life, in these cold dark halls. Hope... Is a weakness. A lie covered in sweet delights, only with an empty center. Love, useless...
I will finish my Necromancy studies, and I will push them to the limit, I have no care for any damages to my body nor soul. I'm already dead on the inside. I will master this art, and any who wish to stop me, will learn to kneel before me in the end... Yes, I will take control.
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At the very least, this has all been... Interesting, in a twisted fashion.
From what I can recall, A Demon Hunter, that fool Uthaniel, and some other Sin'dorei woman attacked me as I attempted to defend myself from Uthaniel's 'powers'. The end result, seems I nearly killed a Kaldorei woman that was with the Demon Hunter, and -died-.
...
I can't remember much, if anything happened to my soul... Just peace, quiet... Emptiness. Then it started to come rushing back, as Annabelle poured the Light to bring me back from among the dead.
Why she thinks she can still save me, I'll never know. I have a heart for knowledge, not for good, as she keeps telling me. I do feel guilty about how many I killed to learn what I wanted to... Can't change the past I suppose.
My head seems, much more clearer. The violent impulses of serving... And loving Berenice have faded. The Fel addiction also seemed to waned as well, it's like almost I'm back to normal...
-Everything- seems to have gone back to the way it was... They somehow were able to get Don's soul back... He's up and walking, toying with Annabelle. They're like two kids when I listen to them... Two very happy children...
Call me jealous, I envy what Don can bring to her... And I wished I could experience the bond that those two share. Even for a moment, it would be worth the entire world to me... But, who am I kidding, it won't happen. Necromancers aren't known for living happy lives and raising families... Not living ones, that is. Even if I turned away, it's doubtful others would accept me for who I am, besides that Andra woman.
I swear, how could she forgive me so easily? Perhaps she doesn't know the whole story, or she's being paid to be my friend. Whatever the case may be, I want to leave this place soon. I don't belong here, and if I remained I would only bring more danger to these people.
They're good folks... And I am suppose to wander alone in life... Just like normal...
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Seems I got side-tracked again. Thought I wasn't going to get involved with another group but... They offered up an entire village (Infested with undead... But... That won't be a problem forever), plus they pay quite well. If I can gather enough funds from these warlocks, I should be able to buy my own plot away from everyone, or perhaps buy the required resources to build a house. We shall see.
This band of warlocks have hired me, and whatever is left of the Echo, to protect their farm house. Since their 'leader' already has a bounty on his head, I thought it would be wise to gather up the Echo and be their leader... If they're still alive and around. Nemeth must've ran it into the ground.
... I really dislike where this is going, but at least I'll be able to keep the Echo in line. Annabelle will throw a fit if I tell her half the things that are going on, but I suppose a small report will do. I'll write that later, when I can get the chance.
It also seems I'm going to be teaching one of the members of this group... A young woman named Daria. Shame the girl is going to be falling into one of the most hated form of arcane, I'm not quite sure if she knows what she's getting herself into, but it's her choice. I'm still not a full Necromancer myself, I'll need to speak with Snack when I can find her. I doubt she'll be happy with me...
I'm not sure how all this will work out, but hopefully I'll get out of this little circle soon. Groups never have worked out for me...
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It seems like I haven't missed a beat... More members of the Echo have came out of their holes to join with the protection of the farm. A troll, Guru, Talian, and that -Isabella-. I swear, that woman has no sane thoughts in her mind. Maybe it's just a sick game she plays? Doubtful, she acts like a child, and looks if she's been in five wars with the scars upon her body, no doubt self-inflicted. Perhaps a Shadow Priest can calm her mind down so that she can focus on the matters at hand, or I could simply kill her and raise her corpse...
These thoughts... These thoughts keep entering my head. Hateful ones, whispers of violence... Perhaps its my true self speaking, or that my body still wants to do what Berenice has commanded me to do in the past. I grow wearily of these impulses, I need to finish my training, and I'll leave. For good, to be alone...
An Ebon knight joined our ranks as well, wished the destruction of the Death Patrol, same as we do. We'll see if he's a spy, or actually true to his cause. Hopefully, we'll slay all of those Death Knights without raising alarm... I wonder what I'll do with their corpses, they could be powerful minions...
What the Fel am I writing? What is driving me down this path?.. Maybe it's the influence this warlock band sheds off on me... I don't even know anymore, I need to leave... I need to go soon... The village is starting to show less and less mindless zombies, as I pile their bodies in the church building. I'm storing them as I draw my runes upon them, for the defense of the location. That Marianna Fel-Sworn character will have to die, along with the Demon Hunter who was following her... They'll all die, and then they'll be mine...
Yet another entry, black marks and purple dust are upon the page, along with a faint wet circle towards the end.
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I met with Annabelle a few days ago, in Booty Bay. She seemed normal, even happy to see me. She wanted to make sure everything was fine, and that Tavren wasn't doing anything to me. I only now have figured out what she was talking about, as Tarvren marks the soul of his subjects, allowing him to melt their brains at a whim. If he attempts anything of the such towards me... Him and his little White Sun will be another addition to my little, 'family'.
The White Sun wants to move... This is starting to become a fork in the road. I either disappear... And follow my plans to practice Necromancy alone, or I follow this group. They have Fel-Sworn and Demon Hunters running after them, I don't know if I'll survive... They seem to be pulling me closer and tighter.
I don't like it, its too personal. I need to finish my training, and then I'm out. I'll attempt to get a hold of Snack tomorrow to progress in my studies, she said it was almost over.
And then there's Annabelle, she still has hope, she still clings to me. I know she wants what is best for me, and not get sucked into this White Sun. I just want it all to go, every time I think about her it's like hammering a nail into my cold heart. She might not know it, but she torments me every smile she gives, or even these gifts she has mailed... She doesn't know that my path will claim me, Snack preached it before we started. She holds such faith into me, and I'll shatter it to pieces.
... As soon as Snack releases me from under her wing, I'm leaving for good. No White Sun, no Annabelle... Just me, my little farm, and whatever I create... But chances are they'll find me, they always do. One way or another, they want me.
Should I just kill them? They bother me, I grant them death. What about their bodies? I can't let the go to waste, they'll be better off working in the fields... Or even killing more...
I just want to be alone, but then I don't. I can't make up my mind... Maybe someone will want to be alone with me, just us two... Away from everything...
I'm going insane, I must meditate. I'll record anything that occurs if they hold some importance, but I need to clear my mind of all these thoughts. Will keep up production for today, in case another attack happens.
