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"Alright then I'll get things arranged here and make this as little trouble as possible. And I'll need to see broog about her shoes. That was an interesting and helpful accomodation. He should be rewarded for it. Then I'll be up to check on everything and everyone else, alright?"

"Our kind of elf I have found seem to have a natural flare for necromancy...though many did pursue and became quite successful in other magical arts. Najena is one of the most powerful, if not the most, conjuror on Norrath, as an example."

Watching his daughter defend herself and holding her own against the more powerful woman whom he knew was trying very hard to hold herself in check and not attempt to decimate her student.


She was casting quick spells, nothing serious but this was a reaction test. flinging low level fast casting spells for her student to counter or dispel.

"you are doing well. but let's give you something more dangerous."

She summoned forth another woman, whose body was adorned in black spiney scaling in most places to seem modest, who hand curling horns near her head like a ram..her eyes were lifeless and glazed.


Malik gave a slight smirk but didn't stop the testing, as this was truly something that should be addressed as well. though glancing at his daughter a moment and letting her figure out what was going on, once the spells both necromantic and wizardish started coming and see how she'd handle it.

"Necromancers employ a wide variety of minions. the skeletal and golem kinds are meant to be warriors, using untiring brute force to stop and punish enemies. others are like shadows, or vampiric, and use stealth and cunning to destroy enemies. ones like those, and there are a variety of forms to each of these archtypes, by the way...are spell casters, designed to supplement and support a necromancer by adding usually other schools of magic into the battle."

Malik was watching carefully on all this though listening to Kieran.

"Necromancy is a preferred and highly prized art to the Tier'dal. there are Erudites as well that practice it, though they are not nearly so proficient as they like to think."

Though giving his daughter advice.

"Remember, daughter. she's not the only one that can summon minions. this is about countering your opponent and doing it quickly. what you lack in power, you have to make up in cunning."


Getting the younger woman on the run wasn't anything special but she did notice that her student's attention snapped and she did know the minion was summoned. which was good she was adapting very well to reading energy and forces and understanding what she was sensing.

though a slight frown as her father offered advice. but she let that slide. after all, it was his child and she was allowed certain nurturings and tactical advantages.

but she kept up her spells, working in some more powerful ones, testing her student's limitations.

A small grin.

"It's already being worked on. Broog knows of a style of fighting that I think my daughter will take quite nicely to, and Piper can help her with it as well. Broog calls it 'chain fighting'. it essentially taking a long chain with a weight or something on the end and wielding it like a whip, or a bola. He's working on some lightweight adamantine chains of suitable length that was can add attachments to. we're hoping that with her being able to use sounds as a measure of distances and speeds that the metal from the chain will act like a radar system for her to effectively wield them."

Though were had his daughter managed to get a bat? this might prove interesting.


She noticed the bat too...the girl was obviously practicing her skills on kills of her own or scavenged ones. Clever...the skeletal minion was keeping her mage one occupied. both trying to stop the other...the skeleton not really bothered by magic damage but the mage one having the wits to keep itself away from the meleeing one to save itself...but the bat was proving to be an annoyance. apparently she was good enough with her minions to keep thier general intellect, adn the bat was playing dodge and weave and dive bomber with her while she was trying to divide her attention between it and it's master...bigger spells might be needed.


A glance over at his son who was being rather quiet.

"looks like now you have to worry about flying boney things rather then just walking boney things."

"The originator of the style was little more then a savage, as most Ogres are. the story was that he had been chained for amusement, some gladiatorial spectacle. the chains broke after some struggling, and he just proceeded to beat people to death on his way out. I'm hoping that the idea of using them as weapons, and Piper's expertise with the use of whips, will form a more realistic style then just beating something to death with a chain."

Before glancing at his son with a slight chuckle.

"you're probably right. but good luck trying to get her to wear any. and just think when she can summon up fleshy things."


Like her teacher was doing. She allowed the mage minion to fall, using the extra energy in her reserves to summon forth a patchwork golem, a huge orgeish lumbering beast that the bat was swatted away with, and the skeleton pounded into the ground with little effort. She knew her student couldn't best this one, but this was proving a point.

"You never, ever, call for the aid of your pets vocally, my student. do not think that an enemy will not heed the words of your voice, especially when they are not a taunt or threat."

A few arcane words, and Bumbles vision went black, as she'd blinded it with a spell.

"You see? now the aid your pet would give you in rendered null, and in it's panic it may cause you more injury then help."

Before dismissing her minion, and folding her hands in her robes.

"But you have done well. your fast, your quick witted and in control of what you are capable of. We will need to increase your power. you have a wellspring in you, it's now time to work on harnessing it. with greater power, comes greater uses of that power."

Letting the blackness covering Bumbles vision to dissipate.

"I've tried. she fights me as much as your mother does when I tell her not to climb trees."

stroking his chin lightly.

"Perhaps I am. but afterall she is the only one that seems to genuinely enjoy the necromantic aspects of my trade. another to follow in my footsteps perhaps. I take similar enjoyment in your martial accomplishments, you know."


Her teacher regarded her coolly, though gave no sign of her annoyance at her pouting.

"We stress you to the breaking point, shove you past it, and continue that process over and over until your power is at an acceptable level to the talents you will be needing to employ for future training."

Glancing at her father.

"I would like to place her in the Room. for at least two hours a day until her power is sufficiently goaded into fruition."

The woman turned to her student.

"not in the manner you are thinking, no. there will be pressure, and discomfort, but not physical pain, at first. it is a magical and emotional stress that is employed. yes, there will be pain, and it will hurt, but only for brief moments. when you breach a new level of power, unlock another resource, that pain will happen as your body adjusts and seeks control."


Malik glanced at his son.

"the 'Room' is a prison I employed for Sevilin a long time ago, to use his claustrophobia against him. it's filled with runes that are like a giant puzzlebox, and they push and pull and stress at magic users. it was to keep his runics from giving him an easy way out. the side effect is that mages like Savyrn the stresses can be used in a manner of fast endurance power training."

Mostly for Keiran there in the explaination.

"The runics were reconfigured to react to spells in a type of puzzle box that got progressively harder to magically solve. it has ten 'layers'. the highest mages sometimes lock themselves in and leave the door locked until they can solve all ten puzzles which automatically opens the door."