The GraveYard

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pyslent had made his way and grew a smile on his hidden face as he was at his place he knew best, The Graveyard. There he practiced his dark abilities, mostly resurrecting the dead. Today he would practice his resurrections and see what he could come up with. he pointed his staff to a grave and nuts a beam of darkness into it. after a few seconds a decayed zombie raised from the ground. it simply stood there waiting for its unpeaceful soul to be commanded. he raised his arm and casted the zombie back to the gave. walked over and sat down at a desk he built when he was young and began to read his book to learn new magic.

[Ancalagon]

The dark ground beneath Ancalagon rose up to meet him as he soared low over the ground like a giant bat. His wings skimmed the grass tipped in silver moonlight as he came into land just before the Graveyard. He landed with a great clattering of scales and talons like armour, and his wings furled themselves against his flanks.
He frowned at the shadowy graveyard ahead, wondering what he would find there, for he felt the tremours of dark magic around the place, but this was no threat to Ancalagon; in terms of good and evil, he tended to lean towrads the darker side of things. His scarlet eyes seemed to shine through the darkness as he walked through the graves and spotted a cloaked figure at a desk. He stopped dead, his eyes narrowing as he saw the stranger - a necromancer, he guessed judging by his appearance. He simply stood there, watching the figure, waiting to see his reaction...

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pyslent slowly raised his head from reading the book to see the dragon standing not far from him, he slowly stood up from his desk and grabbed his staff just in case, he did not know why such a thing would be here, there are no good animals to feed upon. He walked towards the dragon slowly and stopped looking into his glowing eyes. he has seen many dragons in his aimless journey but none of them were like this.

[Ancalagon]

"Greetings necromancer" Ancalagon said in his deep, gutteral voice. He inclined his head respectfully, for he respected the dark arts and those who worked with them. He knew of magic, but did not know how to use it, and he desired it very much. His eyes burned with hunger for the information he knew the necromancer possessed and waited for his response...

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''Greetings Dragon'' he said in a low voice. ''Why are you here in such a place?'' he studied the dragon, maybe he had dark side in him. he did not know but he may soon find out. ''What is your name?'' he asked.

[Ancalagon]

Ancalagon regarded the figure before answering "I am Ancalagon. And yourself?" he asked.

((sorry for the short post! ^^; ))

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( thats ok with me anyways)

''Pyslent'' he replied, He signaled him to stay for he had something to show him. He began to walk back to his table and grabbed a map. he walked back and opened the map with the map side facing the dragon. ''Where are you from?''

[Ancalagon]

Ancalagon blinked and said after a pause "Mordethia... Perhaps you have not heard of it... It is a land far, very far, to the North, another land apart from Valear." he looked down at Pyslent's hands at the map and frowned slightly - what was he up to?

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He let the dragon look a bit and then rolled it back up, he signaled the dragon to come to the grave house. he was beginning to search for an item. He finally found the chest under a blanket. He shot a little beam of dark magic and opened the lock. he opened the chest and pulled out a book.

[Ancalagon]

Ancalagon followed at the beckoning, and watched as a chest was revealed and opened. He gazed, intrigued at the book in Pyslent's hands and frowned again "What are you doing?" he asked. He hated that question, but said it all the same.

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he opened the book and scanned through it to find the certain page he put his finger on it and read it and looked up to Ancalagon. '' Do you know dark magic Ancalagon?'' he never really tells people why he does things, in fact he never really communicated to someone like this in a long while. ''If you do, I have an ability I learned from your homeland.''

[Omio]

He was watching - ever so quietly. Ipsen's presence in this scene wasn't yet seen, heard or smelt. However, he was most definately within earshot. He could hear everything clearly. His wealth of knowledge was indeed vast, but to vasten it was a great feat. He waited to see what this spell was - and if he knew it, he could do up to 10 variations. Probably another cheap ressurection spell - only gone right because he has the right basis. One lost soul is sure to be here, and he likely has his timing correct and the right ingridents. He wanted, in a way, to wander closer, but he knew that doing so would un-necessairily expose him more and more.

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''The spell is called the dragons eye'' he said in a grimace voice, he raised his staff and hit the ground with the bottom and a dark spirit soared around him and then went into his eyes. his eyes were revealed a glowing blood red. His skullish face was dimmed by the glow. The spell made it so you have the great vision of a Dragon. he browsed around the grave yard. He has only used this spell a few times so he was not use to it.

[silimaure]

Nearly every soul in Valear knew that the monsters that roamed in the Selkia Forest were creatures of the Goddess, and evil creatures at that. Alvena had found herself once again in the forest, wandering about. She didn't know how wise it was to be wandering, as she had often heard that Necromancers roamed in the nearby graveyard, and they were supposed to be skilled in all kinds of dark magic.

Even though she didn't want to admit it, this scared her. She knew very little white magic, and the magic that she did know, she didn't know all that well. She was an archer through and through - not a mage in the least.

She had had a friend, a very long time ago, that had been the most skilled mage that she had ever come across. However, the two of them had parted ways a very long time ago, and she never wanted to see him again.

But even as she approached the dark, desolate place, with her hand on the hilt of her dagger, she couldn't help but think that she was making the wrong desicion.

[Ancalagon]

Ancalagon watched the necromancer do his work and he admired the effects of the spell as Pyslent's eyes became like his own. He looked around the graveyard, thinking he heard something... He lifted his head and saw a corner of clothing behind a gravestone... His lip curled to reveal his pointed teeth and said to Pyslent "I do not believe we are alone Pyslent" then he walked over to the gravestone where the scrap of clothing was and looked over the top of it and saw Ipsen, though he did not know his name of course. He bared his teeth further and growled "Why are you here?" he despised humans. Couldn't stand them. He had a mind to fry the critter where he crouched but resisted; maybe the mage could do something worse to him...