"Shriek!" A bone spear was plunged into a armoured beetles plate.
'Haha! I love this feeling!' The feeling of using a magic spell can be addictive for some. The feeling of Mana rushing towards your finger tips, forming into an object. It was a feeling that only someone who is a mage can understand.
Often times, mana overuse is called the silent killer. Due to the good feeling that accompanies the use of mana, it's easy for beginner mages to unknowingly exhaust their mana supplies.
An overuse of Mana is even more lethal to a being like a skeletal mage. A Necromancer uses magic to raise the dead after all, running out of it would leave the body with no way to move.
"Time to head back." At Jyron's words the kneeling Wendigo who had been watching Jyron bowed his head before turning into black and purple mist. The mist sunk into Jyron leaving no trace behind.
Jyron needed to head back, not that anyone would notice his absence but because skeletons will be promoted. A lucky few would get a mind. If all worked out, Jyron's captain would get the mind, and if not, he'll simply take over another squad.
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"Dushar's disappearance has been… regrettable. But we knew for some time he could eventually go his own way. The path to becoming a lich is not one that can be accomplished in servitude. I'm sure one day he'll return but for now we need someone to take over for him." The man speaking was the Necromancer, Klein. He looked as overbearing as he had been on the battlefield.
"…" the war room was silent for a few minutes. Klein was in deep thought.
"Gratis, you will take over Dushar's role. You may see it fit to promote your men. I expect the new updated personnel in my hands tommorow morning." A kneeling skeleton in black robes looked up with gratitude in its flame eyes.
"Of course master! I won't disappoint you!" With those parting words Gratis bowed his head and turned into shadow.
"Bring me the older captains… it's time to get a new subordinate." A death knight stood up and walked towards the door.
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"If you get picked, pretend to be loyal to him and act natural." Jyron was whispering into the ear of his captain.
The captain bowed its head before walking off and towards the castle.
'If all goes well, I can increase in power quickly.' Somehow, the upper echelon of undead are able to quickly gain power. Most of Kleins undead are old, ancient even. The facts are they must be getting more powerful somehow.
Perhaps it's foolish to believe something like this but the risk is negligible. There is no way to link the captain to Jyron if he's figured out.
The hope is, through loyalty and service the captain will be able to obtain important items and maybe even skill books.
This way, Jyron could funnel useful items out of Klein.
Sure it was suspicious but the Captain could be cast aside for all Jyron cared. He was simply a tool to get stronger.
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"Come to me, my captains." The one speaking was Klein.
"Ziekiel, bring me the documents now." As the words left his boney mouth a knight in full armour took out a handful of papers.
While on one knee and looking to the ground he handed the papers to Klein.
"Let's see let's see. Ah a battle mage. Perhaps later but for now we need a swordsman. Go back now." One captain bowed its head before getting up and going back to wherever it came from.
"Hmm… you came from a werewolf eh? Promising. You may stay." Skeletal captain after skeletal captain were cast aside until only two remained.
"And finally you." Kleins gaze landed on Jyron's Captain.
"Oh what is this? A commander of the golden order? How did we let you slip by?" Klein was confused. The truly stellar corpses were usually given a mind early on. This captain has been in service for years!
"You, leave! Perhaps another time you may join our ranks." The werewolf skeleton left the chamber and went back to wherever it came from like all the others.
"Kneel, skeleton." The captain obeyed.
Klein placed his hand of the skeletons head and began to funnel power into it. Sickly green flames began erupting from the Lich's every part. The flames danced around the skeleton and burned it.
Soon, the sickly flames died own, leaving no proof of their existance.
"Master." The captain lowered its head and kneeled, showing subservience to its "master."