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Kail’igen thinks for a moment then responds. “I don’t see why that would be a problem. Let us pay a visit to the main office and see if they might be of some service.” Kail then heads off to the main office which he had read was in the west wing. From there he would ask the head master about enrollment in this school.

Kail walks up to the dark intricately carved reception desk at the main entrance of the west wing. Seeing no one there he rings the bell to hopefully summon someone to receive them.

Bored little luc takes a seat. Wondering when someone will show up he considers wandering the halls. Bored bored bored. Bleh.

Fury crosses the street in front of The Necromancy School, once again uncomfortable at the thought of Undead as a hobby...

A small rat scurries down the hallway, when suddenly it stops and sniffs the air. A look of pure fear runs across its face. Shivering for a moment it seems to feel the presence of something. A gust of wind makes it panic, and it bolts to the right, left, right, and is suddenly snatched up by a the talons of a black dragon. The dragon then swoops over to a shadow hunched in the corner. "Faithful Lucifer. You are my only friend." The man says to his companion. The dragon snaps the rat's neck and hands it over to his master. "Unfortunately I wonder if you actually exist he says as the dragon slowly dematerializes. How long have I been in here? Am I really going crazy? I remember rescuing that dragon when it was born. Its mother gave me the ability to summon him from the cave he lives in. Have I made all this up? Is that dragon just an illusion? Maybe I am Lucifer, and the dragon is just how I picture myself. No. It can't be. Who am I? He thinks to himself as he creates a small fire in the palm of his hand and roasts the rat on it. I must have a name. What was it? Damn it. I've forgotten so much in here lost in this laberinth of hallways and corridors. I must've been in here for at least a year now, but who knows. I have no sense of time left. He extingueshes the ball of fire in his hand, and begins to eat the rat. I've got to find my way out of here. I don't know how long I'll last before I kill myself. I've asked poor Lucifer to kill me many times. That dragon is the only thing keeping me alive at this point. I guess I should be grateful for at least having someone to talk to. As he picks the last scraps of meat off the scrawney rat, he rises and continues his slow search for the way out.

The ghosts and other non-edible creatures that may have passed this particular hall would see what appears to a skeleton in a black cloak lying on the floor, but then they would be surprised to see it move slowley making a hand movement, and utter some not quite audible words. A good sized black dragon would then materialize next to the heap of skin and bones, and a look of pure sorrow would contort the dragons face as it realise what was finally about to happen. Is this really the end for my greatest friend? The dragon thought poetically, as it nudged the man about to die from starvation.
The man musters the last of his streingth to speak to his beloved companion. "It seems we may have dropped the rat population to zero in this hell known as a school. Can this really be then end Lucifer? No. There must be a way. If there is a god, he certainly can not be cruel enough to let this be the form of my death. And even if there is not, I have a few friends who I'm sure would help. I just have to let them know I'm here." The man struggles to say. "Lucifer you have served me well. You were the greatest and most loyal friend I have ever had the pleasure of adventuring with. Now. Go find me some scrap of food. Anything that will give me the streingth at least to pray before I perish." The pitiful mess struggles to say the last words of his death speach, and the dragon flies off down the corridors drivin with emotion, tears streaming behind as he flies down each corridor desperately looking for some form of life. "Don't fail me Lucifer." Lucas Kain says, hoping that those words were not his last.