Aelmyr wasn't one to take chances, but the new world called to her. Far from the clutches of her little brother, she was free to roam wherever and whenever she wished. The icy air had a sweet bite she cherished: the tingle of evil and yet the zeal of her own rogue feelings cascaded through the invisible rapids of the winds. One such gale tugged at her black cloak, the obsidian facade covering her from head to toe and creating the appearance of a slim dementor from childish nightmares. Her black staff alone broke her grim reaper pretense; a sickle would have been more appropriate for the image, forget her sorceress status. Ael pulled her hood tighter, hiding her half-blood appearance from the rest of the dark creatures around her. She loathed her human side, preferring to blend in with her drow kindred. Alas, all elves knew her for what she was, and the humans, stupid and soft as they were, held the same feelings.

The black sheep of the family, she had indeed rejected the Dark element at first. But through her joining with her eldest brother, Avu, she basked in its thrills. For the first time she was on her own, no longer the pet hawk familiar of her brother. Ael wished for something more: for a familiar of her own. She had forgone the form of a hawk of obsidian, color and heart alike. Now she sashayed in her half-elf form, proud to swing her femininity in a taunt for every man. Her diplomacy was irresistible, her escapes undetectable. Taunt the man, draw him in, let him believe in the fallacy, and then slip away before he can claim his prize. She was a streetwalker, a lady of the evening.

Tonight was no different as she sauntered into the Tavern, lights casting lost rays onto her cloak. Once inside, the door closing with a sharp breath of chilled air vanishing from the hairs on her skin, Ael let her cloak's hood drop. She was obviously taller than her drow preferrance, and at the same time noticeably shorter than the average half-elf. All disrespect she gained came from the first sight; all loathing came from her raidings of the night. A rogue at heart and a sorceress at skill, she was not one to cross or trust. Her cloak parted in her steps, revealing glimpses of her athleticly toned body in flirtatious curves. Come hither, she seemed to say, and taste my poison.

Ael glided past the bar and between the various tables, knowing she called to the men sitting there. She ignored them all and chose a lone table in a dark corner. With one foot up on the chair itself, she sat instead on the table and leaned against the frost-bitten window. Her silhouette accented her drow's angular face, and shadowed her face to the glimmer of her eyes as the only light. Her cloak cascaded instead around her body, with a left leg enticingly stretching out from the table. Like a spider for her prey, Ael waited for a man to come by and play.

Skorne sat alone at the table, his gaze sweeping the tavern. His eyes were dark, holding a promise that anyone that bothered him would face swift retribution. With a drow shield on his left arm, and a drow made scimitar hanging from his waist, it was evident that any retribution would leave the offender in great pain. The table in front of him was empty, for he took no drink that might cloud his mind, especially now when he needed his senses sharp. Rith had decided it was time to expand, and Skorne had his mission, one that he intended to fulfill even if it took all night. To expand their control, they would first need to expand their forces, and what better place to look than in the City of Lanterns? The people that visited the city would be ideal for what they needed done. Assassions, spies, anyone that was a friend of the night, all would be welcome in the Syndicate.

Skorne was extremely dissappointed, not one potential ally had appeared. No one that looked like an asset was to be found in the tavern, despite the many hours he had been there. Still, it had been an interesting evening, Skorne had sat through three bar fights and 17 contests of skill. With a sigh, Skorne gat ready to stand up and move on to the next tavern when he heard the door open again. Taking a glance at who had come in, he swiftly dropped back into his seat. It was a female half-drow, carrying a staff and an aura of self confidence. She looked like one who would fit perfectly into the plans that Rith had. With a hidden smile, Skorne watched as she walked over to a table in the corner, amused by her actions. If she kept them up, she would have men scrambling after her. Then again, from what he was seeing, maybe that was what she wanted.

Well, then let's not dissappoint her. Standing up, Skorne made his way over to where she was sitting, watching the careful way in which she arranged herself. It accented certain points of her body in a way that would only bring the men faster, and it brought another wave of humor to Skorne as he walked closer. Putting a slight swagger in his steps, Skorne was going to play the part of a typical male, overconfident in his abilities, taking any flirting as an open invitation. Let's see how she handles herself. With a wide smile, Skorne stopped in front of the drow.

Before he spoke, Skorne let his eyes wander over her body, taking in everything about her. Other than her staff, she seemed to have no weapons that he could see, but he wouldn't put it past her to have a few hidden daggers. After a few more seconds, he spoke in a soft voice that would only be heard by her. "I don't believe I have seen you around here before. First time in town? If it is, I am sure I could take you on a very education tour of the city." Skorne continued to smile, playing his part as one who was completely enthralled with her beauty. There was no denying that she possessed beauty enough to put many to shame, but Skorne wasn't about to let that distract him from what he needed to do.

"M-hmmm," was all Ael said in response to the man. He was clearly an elf; though she knew not which kind, he did have a drow shield and drow-made weapon for his choice. She knew that drows only flocked with drows, but a few exceptions of the evil kind had been made. She let judgment on his race pass by as he swaggered up to the table. His eyes had followed her like a hawk's as she had picked her spot; they didn't dare drop now. Good, she thought; I have your attention. Most flirts wanted just the body, but Ael was looking for the brains. She needed an ally in this new land, if she couldn't get a friend or trainer. Her ambition was to become a Lich, like Auberon had tried to be, but the art of thieves and prostitues she picked up secondhand. She made a good deal of enemies in this way, cheating men out of fun, but she had hoped the right man, the right thief, would come along at some point.

Perhaps it could be you. She dared not say it aloud, for the man might misinterpret it for a midnight tour of the town. Ael wasn't stupid; she knew the dangers of daggers and darkness even if she was devoted to only the latter. However, from the errants of his eyes, Ael figured this was just another wannabe-pretty boy, looking for a hooker to play with. She would play the part until she got bored of the man; teasing and taunting but never actually letting him touch her virginity. It was true: she had never let a man claim his prized fun, only had she dangled it before him until he passed out from the ale. She paused in her assumption as his eyes passed by her staff: every once in a while a man would check out her weaponery, to see if she could knock him out before he did her, but there was something in her gut that told Ael this man wasn't all that he appeared to be. She kept that feeling hidden to herself, and continued with her play.

He whispered to her, and she gave a vague, mumbling answer. Now is the time to play, she decided. She let her right arm drop as she kept his eyes enthralled with hers, and the black staff was left to lean against the wall. She swung her left leg from the table and scooted forward from her seat to appeal to the man. Her legs swung up behind her, so that her position was that one who kneels and then lies on her side with her legs folded slightly. She rolled her head up, never breaking eye contact, and let her curves themselves attract the man. Delicate fingers from one hand came up to caress his left jawbone and slid down his skin in such an erotic way. She let the fingers slide off in a soft, enticing movement, and let her eyes saunter down to the already noticed scimitar.

"Is this yours?" she asked, quick to lift the hanging blade up from his belt. A smile spread across her face, enticing and yet one of a rogue's facades. "It's a beautiful blade. Forged by drows, if I'm not mistaken." If she had tugged on the hilt, she could pull the man towards her, but she didn't dare do anything but touch his blade. Even that went beyond the unspoken social code: never touch a warrior's blade unless he gives you permission. She didn't care. The most he would do was scratch her, but would he really in such a full bar? She would make a ruckus, he would make a slip of the tongue, and she would slip away silently. No, Ael was just playing with the man for now. She let the scimitar rest flat on her left palm, and her right hand crept up to caress the edges and top side. She let her fingers run up and down, one by one, all the while speaking in the same soft whisper as his. "You're right. It is my first time in town, and I'm sure to lose myself in the darkness should I venture outside. I figured I would room here, at the Tavern, until the sky forsakes night, before I risk a tour. However, I would appeal to a strong man as a guide and protector, don't you think?" She left the invitation hanging, and waited for his response.

Skorne tensed slightly when she took his blade in her hand, his instinct screaming to stop her. Forcing himself not to reach for the blade, he continued to smile, still watching intently. His attention was slightly divided now, watching for any sign of movement on her part. If she thought to stab him with his own sword and take the prize, she was sorely mistaken. He wanted to avoid revealing his spellcasting ability, but between life and death it was no choice; he chose to live. A faint thrill had emerged when she had traced her hand down his skin, but Skorne supressed it, forcing himself to remain composed. If she was as smart as he thought she was, then this scene would have been replayed a thousand times before him, each time getting slightly better, more sincere sounding.

Pulling out a chair, Skorne seated himself in front of the woman, still watching closely to discern just how crafty she truly was. "Yes, it is a drow blade, one that has lasted the test of time and battle many times." Keeping the conversation in a soft tone, Skorne let his eyes wander to certain parts of her body, continuing his assumed role, wanting to see how she handled herself. If his assumption was correct, then she could prove to be a valuable asset to the Syndicate, and that would only further his own goals.

"Well, if you need someone to accompany you along the streets, I would gladly assume that role. It would be worth the time to protect a beauty such as yourself." Skorne was telling the truth in that aspect at least. He would not mind being the woman's guide, as long as it did not take too much time and something was accomplished toward his goal. What he needed, was to see how this woman might help the guild, then he could set up a meeting between Rith and her. "If I am to protect you, then I would like to know your name. It would make conversation much easier." While speaking, Skorne had rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to take it back at a moment's notice should things turn sour. Besides, it made him uncomfortable not to have the familiar weight hanging from his waist, there should he need it to protect him from an attack. While he did contain formidable magic, it would create a show that would do him more harm than good. The less people that knew about that particular skill, the better.

(sorry it is kind of short)

Ael let the blade drop at the man's touch, knowing her mark hit the spot. She let it drop slowly; first caressing her fingers one last time through the subtle grooves of the blade, then sliding her curled fingers back up towards her palm as her other hand let the blade fall back to its hanging weight. She didn't really care about the story of his sword; the question was only asked to pass the time and play. His eyes continued their errants up and down her rolling curves, and a thrill ran through her body. Of course, every man's attention gave her a thrill, but not so much as this one. His was a tingling feeling: mysterious and dangerous.

" 'It would make the conversation much easier...' " she repeated, turning her caressing fingers to his face once again. She waved one hand up into his hair, and then swung her body to slide off the table's edge. Over the years she had learned that full attention was the key to seduction; if she kept her focus on running her hands about him, he would keep his focus, particularly his eyes, on her. Many a time had a man been duped into giving up his sword due to the tantalizing touch. Ael, however, didn't want his blade, but something else. She twisted about as she got up, flexing her body ever so skillfully in just the right way. She thurst her leg out from under her fluid cloak, her foot setting down on the floor in a careful spot, so that when she shifted her weight to lift the other leg, a man would wish she would stay in a half-walk forever. She pivoted about her fingers, twisting them through his long hair and letting them drop back down to his cheekbones, his jaw, his neck, his shoulders.

The amateur would have slid her hands down to his waist and prized belt, but Ael knew better; she had to gain his absolute trust before she dared venture her fingertips down there. Of course, the typical male would link to think she would stop just south of his blade's hilt, but frankly, she didn't give a damn for that. She was rogue, and she wanted a rogue's steal: gold, interesting trinkets, scrolls or a spellbook if she could lift it, daggers--anything she could slip from his cloak into hers. Ael kept her fingers from dropping below his biceps; every other moment they would sink below his collarbone to lock and then break when she brought them back to his neck. She whispered ever so enticingly in his ear, replying to his request: "Age before beauty." She turned his neck just a tad with her hands to that he might see her rogue smile, one that won her many men's attentions. However, it was only a tool for the moment; nothing of value existed beyond that white facade. She kept her real name a secret from him, knowing what a revealed name could do to a rogue. Instead, Ael dipped her head behind his once again and resumed her massaging strokes across his shoulders, bringing her head to his other ear. "However, if you'll die without a name, they sometimes call me Lady of the Evening." She tossed her head so that her silver hair lightly whipped up and splayed across her shoulders, sliding back off to swing on her back as her slowly oscillating curves fluctuated.


((Your posts are fine. Sorry if this one is a bit short.))

Under the delicate fingers of the Lady of the Evening, Skorne felt himself relaxing. He enjoyed the massage, although he was careful not to get too relaxed in the situation. The Lady was behind him after all, a situation that he never entered if he could help it. All the while, his mind was racing. Her fluid movements had revealed probably more than she had realized. They had only confirmed his belief about her. She was more than some flirtatious beauty, there was cunning and deceit hidden behind that face. Skorne allowed the Lady to continue for a few more minutes before he stood and turned to face her once more. All pretense of his role was gone from his face as he stared at her, all business now as he watched the Lady. "Well, that was admirably performed."

Truly smiling this time, Skorne continued to whisper to her, delivering the message that he had. "Well Lady, you are skilled, that is easy enough to see. My name is Skorne, I represent a powerful person who is looking for those to join him in a cause. You have proven yourself to me, otherwise I would not extend this offer, but you still must meet him first so that he can measure you for himself." Skorne watched her carefully, scanning her face for any reaction that would give a clue as to what she thought. He hoped that he had judged correctly in offering her a link to the Syndicate. If she could perform as well as she had tonight, then she would be able to greatly help in what was planned.

"If you wish to know more, I can tell you. Or I can simply arrange the meeting with my patron and he can see your skill for himself. You coudl be doing so much better than deceiving tavern drunks. Imagine performing for royalty and those in positions of power. Think about it for a moment." Skorne stood silently, arms across his chest as he waited for her answer, either affirmative or not. If she wanted to meet Rith, then that could possibly be arranged this very night. Distance meant little to Rith, and he had proven his ability to move around more than once.

Ael dropped her hands, as the man's rise spelled clearly for her that he found her out. Her smile faded away slightly; her teeth still gleamed white from between her lips, but the rogue glimmer in her eyes was gone. As he went on to introduce himself, she learned that he had not only found her out, but he had done so the minute he walked over to join her in a conversation, if not before. 'Skorne' he said his name was, and he mentioned a master, one for whom he worked. had she not been a learned rogue, she would have snorted her disgust out loud; however, she kept that silent throught her face, save for her eyes. Perform? What does he think me, a slave, a fool to display? A dog to fetch his master's bone? Her servitude to Auberon had taught her something at least: servitude comes with a loss of freedom.

Of course, if this master let her 'perform' in her own manner, she would deal. "My name is Aelmyr," she said bluntly, letting her facade go. No longer the seductive belle, she pulled his empty chair behind her and sat down. She was still feminine in her movements, determined to keep the offered job open and the real tavern drunks unsuspecting of the conversation. "What sort of royalty?" she probed, licking her lips after the last word. The thought of slipping jewels off a prince filled her marrow with a thrill. She then shook her head at her question, cutting off any immediate response and said, "No. Who is this powerful patron you speak of? Perhaps a meeting with him would be better."

She thought about the deal for a moment, knowing she had said rash things. No doubt this man belonged to a guild--A dark one at that,--and his patron would surely be the leader of the guild. She had never been in a guild before. Ael had always imagined guilds to be behind the mysterious door at the end of a long, dark dead end in town, one where cats hissed and mice ran about, where one would feel as if she were being watched at that very moment. She shivered inwardly at the thought and snapped her eyes into Skorne's. "A tour to this guild would be appropriate. And, as I am new to this land, I would surely fear the streets if I were to leave without a guide, if you follow my words." She left the last five words hanging in a soft whisper, sure that he would pick up her hint and show her to his master and guild. She was trapped without a defensive spell for a surprise attack and she knew it; at least a guild would offer protection for a novice sorceress.

Skorne was extremely pleased when she agreed to a meeting with Rith. At least his search had been successful this night, unlike several other times he had come to the tavern. Now, he needed to contact Rith and let him know that he had found someone. "Very well, I will send the message now, and Rith should arrive soon." Still watching her, Skorne spoke through the link that Rith had long ago placed between them. News, I have someone for you to meet, we are at the Purple Lantern Tavern. With that accomplished, Skorne turned his focus back to Aelmyr, intending to explain some more to her so that she would be more comfortable in what was going to occur. "You are going to meet Rith. Do not be fooled by his appearance, for although he looks extremely young, I doubt that it is his true age. He is the leader of the Syndicate of Whispers, and a very accomplished sorcerer."

Pulling out another chair, Skorne sat down, turned slightly so that he could see the other people at the tavern. Now that he was done pretending, he resumed his cautious nature, never turning his back to anyone with a blade. With his right hand resting on the hilt of his blade, Skorne continued the conversation, wanting to find out as much as he could. "So, do you have any skills with a blade or magic? If you are talented enough with magic, Rith will probably take you under his wing, teaching you what he can. You will never have a want for food or comfort, and you will have the protection of the guild wherever you go." Skorne's eyes moved to watch the common room for a few seconds, still making sure that he could see where everyone was.

Looking back at Aelmyr, Skorne flashed her a smile, so far this meeting had gone excellently. "All that's left to do is wait for Rith. Hopefully he should be here before too long, it all depends on how much he has to do." Skorne watched as the bar quited down, more so because people had started passing out than because there were fewer people. "Just to let you know, I doubt that Rith will meet us here. There are too many people, most likely we will have to go to him, although he may surprise us." Skorne continued to wait, in a good humor because something had been accomplished.

Rith was busy within the dark castle that served as the base of operations for the syndicate of whispers. Rith was planning out what would be needed for his next project which would bring both him and his guild closer to their objectives. Skorne's irrteruption was of course not looked upon as a burden, nor a blessed relief from continued work. He was pleased to see that Skorne already had progress in his task and that he had made had not forgotten the link placed between them.

Rith turned to face a mirror conviently placed within his workspace. He saw not hs own reflection, but Skorne and Ael in the tavern. Whithout waring the the mirror's surface seemed to ripple like a pond after struck by a pebble, and everything around Ael faded into darkness leaving her image to stand alone. Rith would not immediately make his way to the tavern, he first had to find out about what he would be dealing with and retracing Skorne's thoughts did not satisfy Rith enough. Divination was not Rith's prefered method of gathering information, but for now it would have to do.

"Dark magic surrounds her and courses through her veins... Her family was very skilled with magic, and she holds potential for greatness herself, but perhaps not skill..... Betrayal and deceit compose her past and present... Her family betrayed her in some way and she did likewise to them. Betrayal, and deceit are incorporated into proffession, she is a theif of sorts...," Rith mused to himself. He was slightly displeased that he had got less useful vaguities which required experience to decipher so much as he did in such a quick casting.

Whithin an instant, Rith was no longer within the confines of his workspace, but hidden in the shadows that danced near the door inside the tavern of Balefire. Within that instant rith was no longer to be veiwed as a young child, Instead his form was that of a tall human with a charming black goutee that matched his short bristled black hair. His clothes ofcourse were elegant and seemed skill-fully made. They were predominately purple with black trimming, following the color scheme that Rith seemed to like the most.

Rith strode from the concealment of the shadows that seemed to reluctantly let go him and made his way towards Skorne and Ael. The tavern seemed unphased by his appearance, as those few who thought his entrance akward were not sober enough to think further into the unimportant matter. "I'm terribly sorry for disapointing you both, but I'm sure we all can agree that this tavern is certainly no place at all for a child," Rith smirked as he slipped into a chair. "It is indeed a pleasure to meet you Aelmyr, but it is with much regret that I must inform you that a 'tour' of the guild would be more binding than you perhaps would like. I can ofcourse answer any questions that might help you move in that direction," said answering a question that she had earlier asked Skorne. Skorne had been more foward than Rith was when it came to recruiting, this is more or less why the task was given. If ofcourse this Skorne's approach let too much information out, it would be little problem at all to fix and problems created.

(Sorrry it took so long. I hit nasty staring writer's block.)

Rith. Ael didn't bother to stop her eyes from roaming over the man who strode from the shadows. Like the intangible curtains of darkness, she too felt the urge to send her ebon fingers gliding over his shoulders, never letting her dark blood feel a separation. However, Ael was smarter than to give an opening, thus leaving only her smile and eyes to translate her emotions into vague expressions. She was no fool: Skorne's previous words of the grand sorcerer were heeded. Besides, she thought, I prefer the goatee over his choice of human flesh. Ael continued to study the man, slightly wincing in disgust at the human appearance. His elegant clothes of purple and black threads confirmed her suspicions that this was the leader of the Syndicate.

He didn't give his name, but he certainly acted like the head of the guild. He denied her a premature tour of the guild; she would have been surprised and disappointed if he hadn't. However, the man did offer her much the same as Skorne: to answer any questions she should care to ask. Ael was brimming with questions; some couldn't be answered with words, only with mere experience. She wondered what the Syndicate could do for her, besides the obvious ally and protection. Ael's greatest aspiration floated to the top of her thoughts: to become a lich. She would need to learn many more spells than she knew now. Skorne had told her that Rith might take a young sorceress under his wing if she had a skill with magic.

"The Syndicate of Whispers," she said, letting the name roll gracefully off her tongue. "Whispers, she repeated, letting that word fade away into its essence. "Is it a guild for rogues, or for magic?" She had a feeling it was both, but she was curious to know. A rogue's guild would be a wonderful job for her, as it was her primary trade at the moment; but, a guild of magic, particularly necromancy, would be bliss to a learning sorceress. If only I could gain Rith as a mentor... Ael reached out her hand and called to her staff. It was a gift Ael was born with; anything made out of the wood native to the black forest whence she came, would obey her summon, if she alone commanded it. Her staff was just so, and this silent spell had diminished into her marrow as nothing more than a mere thought if she cared to take her staff. On the outside, it appeared to strangers as if she had more skill than true.

" 'You are a very accomplished sorcerer,' or so Skorne tells me, Ael began, tantalizingly letting her words roll from her lips. She wanted to entice Rith into taking her under his wing, if she could not do it by skill alone. "What exactly is your element? Illusion? Necromancy?" Ael figured it was the former, hoping he studied the latter. The art of Illusion would help her as a rogue, but she preferred to know the dark element of Necromancy. After all, she aspired to one day hold the title of Lich.



[...sorry for being late...I hate school...]

Skorne stood with an amused smile when Rith entered the tavern, finding some enjoyment in seeing what new face Rith had taken on. Having worked for Rith a number of years, he was used to how Rith would use illusions to alter his appearence, but it was still interesting to see what guise would be assumed each time. "Well Rith, I believe I will leave the finer points of this conversation to you. I would hate to give away something that you would rather keep a secret." Remaining standing, Skorne rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, turning slightly to watch the inhabitents of the tavern. Now that he was done pretending to be a fool, he was all business, his stance and face warning off anyone that might decide to wander over towards Rith and Aelmyr. Seeing nothing that was a threat at the moment, he turned his eyes back towards Aelmyr, wanting to see how she dealt with Rith and what questions she might have.

From what she had asked, it appeared that she was interested in joining, although that might just be a ruse. It was easy to feign eagerness, and just as easy to get information from unknowing sources. However, Skorne doubted that Aelmyr could match up to the web of intrigue that Rith could spin when he needed to. Moving away slightly, Skorne stood in a shadowed corner of the room, still watching everything that happened. A low murmur came from him, and the shadows swirled around him, covering him in a cloak of darkness that would hide him from most prying eyes. His handed still rested on his sword, but now anyone that looked over at the table would only see two people in conversation. They would miss the silent figure standing nearby, a miss that could prove fatal to whoever decided to try and interfere with the Sydicate's business.

Skorne listened to what passed between Rith and Aelmyr, but his attention was focused more on the tavern. Whether or not Aelmyr untimately joined was no concern of his. It was his job to protect Rith and provide the force necessary to get stubborn people to listen, not speak with a silver tongue and persuade the crowd's hearts. Besides, from what he had heard, Aelmyr was interested in learning magic, and he would not be the one instructing her if this was so. While Skorne did have some knowledge of magic, it was mainly spells that aided him in his work as an assassin and spy. Turning from the conversation, Skorne fixed his gaze on one who had just entered the tavern, and left the Rith to answer what he chose.

(Muy, Muy, Sorry it took so long and yes school is a cursed beast.)
Rith was not at all surprised by Skorne's excusing himself from the conversation. There was nothing he could answer that Rith could not. It was always good to have reminders that Skorne knew the best way to handle his job.

Rith weaved his way into her thoughts in time to learn of the true meaning of her first question. Both were good guesses, but neither was close. The name it self stood for secrecy rather than skills required. The fact that she was confident in her ablities as a theif, was nice but not good enough. He trusted Skorne's intuition, but he needed proof, beyond the mind's eye which was subject to be biased and beyond divinations which were still subject to being misread.

Rith paid little mind to her cantrip of calling her staff and her small attempt to inflate her ego, paying more attention to her dream of becoming a Lich. It certianly seemed an odd goal for one like her, she had good lucks and from what he could tell Ael did well to take advatage of that. Prehaps there was a chance she was mistaken in naming what she was after, but either way Rith could aid her.

"The guild is neither, for solely theives or soley mages. It is best described as a family of skilled proffesionals, and as such it is not farfetched to think that those within the guild may learn from each other."

"As for myself I am naturaly a master of spells pertaining to the mind, which encompasses illusions as well, but I am also a skilled with dark magic which now comes very close to my mastery of mental spells," Rith explained. As a nightmare, the mind would always be his home and through his training in magic he was able to grasp a certain mastery of dark magic as well.

Having answered her questions he figured it was only fair he asked his own. "If you don't mind the asking of my own question and of course the intrusion of your mental privacy, I am slighty curious of your aspirations of being a Lich. From what I understand you could are also to be a necromancer. Are you confusing the two or do you truly wish to be both Lich and Necromancer?" The difference between was a large one, the biggest difference being that she would be able to keep her attractive looks and have what she whated if her goal was simply to be a Necromancer.