“One mention?! And they called me a necromancer!” Lord Viscount Zeigfried Von Carstein crumpled the elven Wayfinder’s note and tossed it over his shoulder. The Dread Master caught it midair with a cantrip and levitated it over to his eyeless face, uncrumpling it as it traveled. A moment later it drifted toward the Gorgon.
Whilst Zeigfried ranted, the Dread Master mused. Four minds wordlessly conferred in his rotten skull, and at least one of them was sane enough to contribute to the outcome.
It was a new way of thinking. When one creates an entire plane of existence, and becomes aware of every mote of dust in it, one’s mind is irrevocably expanded. Where once he struggled with the oft-inane voices in his mind, now he/they communed easily.
The Gorgon had finished reading, “Orion wants us for himself. We could use that,” he intoned in his cavernous voice.
We agree. Let us take our disguises once more and draw him to us when the battle is joined. Let them see their avatar fall from the sky in disgrace.
“I like it,” added Wealdmaer, “it’s not enough to stop the army. Not by a long shot. But it will help.”
“We can hope the Grand Marshall’s thought of something on that front,” moaned Zeigfried, “I could use some good news.” The Dread Master joined him, standing above the unconscious body of one of the assassins.
I would like this one. I believe I can turn it.
The grand doors to Castle Templehof opened, admitting the Dread Master of Liches. Behind his left shoulder walked Wigalf the Gaunt, and behind his right shoulder he was joined by Oliver Darkh. Each reported on the progress and lack thereof made by the team of Necrarchs.
“The master necromancers have requested the return of their apprentices,” said Oliver.
Remind them that they have no more apprentices. If the masters fail in the coming battle, they will no longer be welcome in our ranks.
They continued to walk as servants opened doors for them and candles were magically lit merely by their presence.
Wigalf spoke next, “We are moving at an accelerated rate toward your goals. Few have seen rituals cast at such a pace. The elf you brought is prepared for transport.”
Excellent. Time is short here. We want all of you in the Tower when we leave. If the enemy assails the walls, take the Portal to Drakenhof. There is nothing noble in sacrificing yourselves for Von Carstein glory. You will have a place in the coming world, this one or another.