RP:The Arrogant Necromancer

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This is a Necromancer's Guild RP.


Summary: Whilst discussing House matters within The Hanging Corpse, Larewen and Daermon are interrupted by Sebias's sudden entry. His callous treatment of Casandra and the blood that coats him perk Larewen's interest, and Sebias expresses an interest in the Necromancer's Guild.

The Hanging Corpse

Sebias forces his way through the door of the tavern looking far less rigid and tense than when he left. His dark robes are soaked with thick red blood that seems to be more prevalent down by his feet and splatter its way up his legs and torso. Even his hands were bathed in the dark crimson fluid. "Those little bastards are getting harder and harder to find." He mutters to himself as he crosses the floor of the tavern leaving sanguine foot prints in his wake and taking note of some patrons that weren't there before he left. His target seems to be Casandra though whom he immediately spots and approaches. Without a word or reason given, he moves to wipe his bloodied hands on her face, front and back down her cheeks and one last good smear across her lips and under her nose. Assuming her completed his task he would look at her approvingly and nod. "There...smell that for a while..."

Larewen's nostrils flared the moment Sebias entered the establishment, taking in the scent of that thick, crimson blood that coated his body. Her lip curled slightly as she tried to identify what the blood had belonged to while it was still held within its meatsuit. Nonetheless, the elf's gaze is drawn toward Sebias now. Just as when she'd looked upon Casandra, the elf's stare found him, though not quite precisely. They were fixed with a stare, the necromancer's sightless eyes focused upon the differences of the magics within them. "One is a mage, one a necromancer, and both dragons," she said softly. Her interest was made audible in the way she spoke that one word: necromancer. To Daermon, she shook her head. "I've no interest in the martial arts."

Casandra turned to the door of the tavern and saw Sebias covered in blood. She was actually concerned about him, was any of that his blood? She didn't think so since he made unwavered strides over to her. She was about to say something before having his bloodied hands wiped across her face stopping and effectively stunning her until he stepped back. It didn't take as long for her amber eyes to sna straight back to emerald as she stood up and punched Sebias in the face looking as pissed as ever, "What the hell was that?" She shook her fist with a scowl and wiped the blood off of the side of her face.

Daermon laughed lightly, shrugging. "Suit yourself. You'd be surprised what kinds of things having a body in sync with your mind could accomplish. But for now, I bid you farewell. I have an appointment elsewhere." he says, giving her hand a friendly squeeze before he rose and headed to the exit. Though not before giving Sebias and Casandra a good look over.

Sebias not expecting what he thought was a timid little mouse to hit him, doesn't even make an attempt to dodge the punch. Although, hitting him was similar to hitting a brick wall, his head jars ever so slightly with the force of the punch and a stream of what was now his own blood trickles down from his nose. He simply stares at her for a moment with those orbs full of churning grey smoke and states plainly. "That worked better than I thought it would....Good for you." He moves a hand to wipe at the blood coming from his nose until he hears the word necromancer and feels eyes upon him. He looks towards Larewen and matches her stare. "See something you like?" He taunts before looking down at his soiled robes. "Ah of course." He holds a bit of robe out and away from himself. "Want a lick? It's Gnome. A feisty one too." Judging by the way the blood was thicker near his feet one could assume the dragon enjoyed a nice round of gnome punting. He continues to taunt the vampire that seemed to have taken an interest in him while meanwhile, behind him, his long midnight scaled tail swing upwards for Casandra's neck independent of Sebias' attention, seeking to coil tightly around it and relieve her of her air intake.

Larewen wrinkled her nose in lieu of Sebias's sudden attention. "I prefer my meals fresh, not soiled by dragon," came the elf's reply, a tad bit colder than she'd been speaking with Daermon previously. The blood of dead things hardly appetized the necromancer. She shifted in her chair, flagging down a passing server for another glass of the awful whiskey Daermon had ordered. It was because of the magic within the two that the elf was able to watch Sebias's antics as his tail rose upward to coil around Casandra. "If you're going to play with one another, you might want to consider doing it outside. The moment magic comes into play, the charms and wards of this establishment will render your mana useless.

Casandra looked at the blood on her fingers and contemplated giving it a taste. Shaking the thought aside she wiped it away just in time to slap Sebias' tail aside and glare at his back. When Larewen warned them about using magic her scowl deepened, "I don't use magic to fight. You're talking about Cassy." If that wasn't enough of a hint for the other one to realize that she was not the same in any way then when he first met her. She would forever remember him as an idiot. Brennia got it the moment she pushed her away when she hugged her. But then again Bre was really a weird character.

Sebias looks over his shoulder and smirks at the dragon behind him as his tail is easily batted. "Cassy eh? And here I thought smearing your face would just bring out your primal nature, not an entire personality. Interesting... You have issues..." With that he turns his head back to address the sassy vampire with a grin. "I'm well aware of the limits of the Hanging Corpse. I was here when the place burned down and was rebuilt." He peers at her canting his head to the side slightly before walking to where she sat and takes Daermon’s chair for himself. "Your name wouldn't be Larewen by any chance would it?"

Casandra indignity followed him with a scowl still nice and present on her face, "I've been inside her head for as long as we can remember. You only freaked her out so you did nothing but scare a rabbit." She used the same title he gave Cassy and didn't much mind. Had he found a different way other then wiping blood all over her she might have been more inclined to be nicer. Speaking of blood... it was still on her lips and she couldn't help but taste it before wiping it off. It was interesting tasting enough. She had never tasted gnome before. Wasn't exactly the most pleasant way to learn of it.

Larewen allowed a smirk to curl the corners of her lips. "A dragon with two minds," she said. "That sounds like trouble." Any further thoughts on the matter were silenced when Sebias unceremoniously invited himself to her table. A dark brow arched upward. "Is that so? Yet clearly your residency within Vailkrin is not so constant that you must question whether or not I am who I am. What is it you require, necromancer?"

Sebias chuckles at Larewen's first statement about Casandra, responding in kind "You have no Idea. I just met her today and she's already a pain in my arse." He looks back at the other Dragon and calls to her. "I like this you better, now come here, sit down, shut up, drink, pay attention.... you might learn something. Rabbit or whiny dragon with blood on her face, i'm still your mentor. The rabbit agreed to it." He looks back to Larewen and mocks the face of someone who might be embarrassed by such things. "Sorry..." he says with absolutely no genuine remorse whatsoever. He takes a bloody finger and starts drawing on the table as if he were bored. "I don't know you because I just woke up a long sleep. Not sure if you've had one yet. It happens to us immortal beings every few centuries or so. It's awful, friends gone, empire gone, who's who and what's what completely different than before. I'm pretty much at square one. In any case..." His attention seems to be more on his drawing than what he was actually saying, as it starts to come into focus it would be clear that it was oriented in the direction of the vampire. "Even though I've only just returned to the lands I've heard some rumors and seen some things going on near my home in the mountains." The picture he was drawing was finished. It depicted a group of stick figures standing in a circle, some common necromancy symbols in the center and a large shade like creature rising from the center. All written for a person he was completely ignorant was blind. "Don't suppose you've heard of any such things, have you?"


Casandra glared at him for a moment but sat down anyways. She didn't oppose Cassy agreeing to apprentice under Sebias, the blood on her face was a bit of a rude awakening. "It isn't as bad as you might think. At first it was chaos but we've got it." She wasn't really interested with talking to the vampire, she just wanted to irk Sebias. She was about to say something else but when he finished with the drawing she looked at it curiously and really went quiet. When you live in the head of an introvert you learn that being quiet tends to get you more information the just asking about it.

Larewen didn't bother looking down at the table. She could see the outline of his arm moving, but the result of it. "I'm certain you have, with the Shade Nightmare roaming about," came the elf's reply, almost a little sourly. It was originally Larewen that was going to be bringing that creature into this realm, and yet she was given reason enough not to go through with the summoning. That had not prevented it from happening, though. As for sleep and age, Larewen neglected to follow along with that conversation, perhaps because she felt no need to keep track of her years any longer. "That, however, is information that could have been gleaned without seeking me out, or travelling to Vailkrin. There is more to your reason for being here, I think." What she may have thought about Sebias mentoring Casandra was left alone.

Sebias smiles at Larewen. It's an unsettling smile; toothy with a hint of madness. He glances at Casandra and nods in approval of her wisely staying quiet and listening. He starts drawing again while his words flow in his smooth, deep, baritone voice. "You can't tell me that you or by that matter... the necromancer's guild have no idea who is responsible...? Where they can be found...?" The addition to the picture of blood was that of a plus symbol and a poorly drawn shape of a flying dragon. "I find it hard to believe such information has escaped the guilds attention, and that the perpetrators are have not yet been brought to justice..." He weaves his words with his serpents tongue. His true virulent purpose laced within as well as spelled out plainly on the table. Why the table, because the dragon was clearly unhinged.... Clearly.

Casandra gave Sebias a dry look. His skills at playing coy and innocent were as good as Cassy's social skills. Whether intentional or not he was a funny man to watch try to get what he wanted. She hadn't a clue what was going on but the whole Shade Nightmare and necromancer guild combo only made for ill up comings. But then again, that wasn't much of her problem now was it? She just got here so why should she be bothered by anything that just came to be known.

Larewen tilted her head at an angle. "You are not a member of the Necromancer's Guild, so how can you purport to know what we do or do not know? What gives you the idea that, if we did, we would impart such knowledge upon you? I've never hide nor scale of you before, and you are not known to us. Those answers could be quite dangerous in the wrong hands," came her retort, pale lips twisted upward into a cold smile. "How would you know whether or not the perpetrators have been brought to justice, if you've had no part in these incidents?" There was suspicion in her words. The glass of whiskey strong enough to knock the dead on their ass was finally delivered, and she lifted it to her lips, sipping it with a wrinkled nose. "You've much to learn, if you think the answers to everything are so cut and dry simple."

Sebias grins from ear to ear his tail moving rapidly from side to side behind him. He feigns a gasp and places a hand to his chest. "You're right! where are my manners." His other hand swipes across the drawing, smearing blood across the table and destroying any trace of what was once there. "My name is Sebias. ((/Seb-eye-ass/))" He offers out a broad, calloused, blood covered hand out to the vampire in a friendly gesture to be taken and shook. "My name is obscured from history, and my deeds are of no importance. As far as you know I'm a fresh face in hollow, seeking fame and fortune and whatever else it is that people covet. Perhaps it's membership to the guild I should be seeking, I'm always getting ahead of myself. Mother always said to learn to walk before I try to run." As if this shifty creature ever knew his mother. He winks at Larewen and takes in a deep breath to calm his over active metabolism, these humanoid forms were always such a pain. "I must digress Larewen. I seek information that I belive the guild might have. Is there a way I could join and earn the trust to have such knowledge?"

Casandra was a bit more then disturbed by Sebias' actions. He was all over the place and it was more then concerning. Truth be told she would trust him as far as she could through him. If she could even lift him up that is. Among everything else she was quite the curious dragon, and this was a very interesting topic. Dark secrets about some ritual or whatever, Sebias, which she could make the safe guess of him not being a people person, asking nicely for something and here she was mostly ignored. Well apparently there are some perks to being silent when others are talking.

Larewen did not reach for his hand, though she saw the outline of it being extended her way. In fact, the elf was extremely skeptical of him. "Sebias," she repeated, committing the name to memory. "I suppose you're no longer at an advantage, then. If you wish membership within the Necromancer's Guild, that is well enough. You may enter as my student."

Sebias withdraws his hand with his elbow on the table and rests his temple against his finger as if he had never presented it to her in the first place. The smile on his face, placid. He sits there for a moment and ponders before he gives his answer. "I'm.... not entirely opposed to that idea." He says shockingly to anyone who knew him well, unlike the two in his company. He looks at Casandra and displays to her the same unwavering smile, hopefully bunny could see a dragon utterly fail and never let his pride be broken. "If you feel that is best." The dragon narrows his eyes slightly. "I look forward to what you have to teach me."

Casandra lifted a brow at his agreement but as she was told she would stay quiet. Though she might still make a joke about the pride of a dragon despite his smile trying to say otherwise. Who knows, this negotiation between them was an amusing one to say the least. Well, on Sebias' part. Larewen seemed to have been doing very fine in regards. she leaned back into her seat and crossed her arms, just waiting.

Larewen rose to her feet, but not without knocking back the foul drink first. To both, the elf dipped her head. There were words she wished to have with the female dragon, but given the exchange between her and Sebias, something told Larewen she wouldn't have much luck in his presence. Thus, she voiced, "Farewell." And without further explanation or excuse, departed from the establishment.