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"you'd try. but I don't think you'd be able to land the killing blow. If for no other reason then Piper."

Watching him a moment.

"Because wether I liked him or not, wether we got along or not, whatever he wants to say is a strong enough reason for him to choose limbo, rather then whatever afterlife he's earned. and not only that, but willling to come to me to barter for the opportunity."

A small grin.

"without consequence, you say. oh there's consequence. in fact, it's more dangerous for him to attempt this then to leave things lie. I can sever his link to this world anytime once that stone breaks. I can have him banished to places you'd not even imagine in your deepest and darkest nightmares. And he knows it. and took the risk. now wether it's just for his stubborn pride or not remains to be seen. but that door can't be opened until you open it."

picking out the stone again and rolling it back and forth along his knuckles.

"And I'll keep him here until you do. how long will you be able to keep up the charade yourself, to your mother that he's in a better place, when you know he's bound to an emerald, siting in a case or in a jar in my home?"

Tossing over the stone to Kieran.

"All you have to do is break it open. I'll send the ladies over, then you can get it all done and over with."

grinning lightly and going back to the women.

"Okay you two. over to kieran, and keep him company and mentally stable."

"Yes I know very well."

And picking up his daughter and glancing to his oldest son.

"What sya we try to get me into more trouble and answer her question about how essence emeralds are made? and we can leave them to have their family moment, as it is."

"Well this is more of storing the energy of a soul or a soul itself, so I assume no boney things to poke in your ears. I can't make these things, my training in the necromantic arts doesn't cover alot of the more nifty things a true necromancer can do. just like you'll never be able to do everything a true illusionist can, since they have to devote everything to the art."


but heading down to the arena and summoning her teacher who was less then pleased but obviously looked like she'd been conducting something of her own and it was messy. a little discussion after putting his daughter down, and she tapped her chin a moment before giving a nod.

"Alright then...I see that your father has introduced you to essence emeralds, and you wanted to learn how they are made and how to use them, is that correct?"

"As well they should."

folding her hands into her robes a bit.

"The essence emerald is used in a variety of ways, and is made by only one methodology. there is a spell in our arsenal called Sacrifice. It is a spell that can only be used on the willing, however. when we use it on a subject, it siphons thier life into the emerald...killing the person."

watching her student and letting that sink in.

"The energy in the emerald can retain the person..trapping their ghost to be brought forth at a later time, or for a punishment of sorts, preventing them from crossing over until the necromancer sees fit. it can also be used as a restorative. we can sacrifice that spirit, on it's life energies, to restore the dead to the living."

"she gets it from your mother."

Grinning lightly and glancing at his son.

"you know trying to get her to do anything with gloves without your mother is going to be an exercise in futility."


She gave the hint of a grin.

"You catch on quickly. Devotion is a measure for this in animals. for those that don't speak your language....well you just have to try and see."

A small smirk.

"But part of our studies as mages is language. learning many tongues so that we can do our tasks and be able to communicate across racial barriers...you'll find that some races hold secrets ours do not."

looking at her.

"Dragons, for example. there are creatures of magic that have their own language as well."

"Draconic can be taught to you, yes. we have our own...rosetta stone i think the humans term it. several runes that form the basics of the language that we have had translated to a form we can use and speak. it still takes years to learn and master, and it is one of many languages you will learn. in fact, in norrath there are thirty-six different speakable and writable languages. from the brutish orc to the Tier'dal to the Dragon."

tapping her chin on her finger.

"Using it strictly in an offensive manner causes your victim some very intense pain...but that is all. there are theories that the Harm Touch technique was originally founded on the Sacrifice spell being used offensively, and has been refined to it's present state. though there are rumors that particularly powerful necromancers, or liches, have the ability to force the spell to work wether the person agrees or not. but to find a necromancer of that kind of power is a foolish gesture. they don't take students, and they don't take kindly to unwanted intrusion. they are usually denizens or servants of powerful planar realms or beings."

"Yes, they usually are the best. but being the best does not mean they want to share what makes them the best. take your father for example. he is one of the best swordsmen around. yet you do not see him taking on students. He keeps to his own personal studies and improvements, rather then teach others outside your brothers."

Sitting down on the sand to get more level with the girl.

"A necromancer is feared for their power. it's is a blessing and a curse. feared and hated we might be to some, others fear and revere our abilities. if you fear me, and I teach you all that I know, then what do you have to fear?"

"Many always want to keep the things that set them apart, that make them the best, to themselves. that way, they stay the best. if someone else figures out the secrets on their own, then that is a rival, or an ally who will appreciate the talent all the more."

giving a slight smirk.

"Like you will not learn from me, everything I know. I won't teach you all my secrets. but I might offer assistance if you come across some of them yourself."