RP:We're Off To See The Wizard--Er... Necromancer

Part of the The Day I Tried To Live Arc

This is a Necromancer's Guild RP.

Summary: Khitti and Bradyn set off to find Lorkain, the lich tasked with teaching new members for both the Mage and Necromancer's Guilds. Once there, Lorkain assists them (okay more like he yells at them until they do it) in learning basic resurrection and the more advanced skills of reanimation and spiritbinding. As with most things when someone's new at something, it takes time and there's both a mixture of successes and failures (the failures more on Khitti's part than Bradyn's). Things do not go as entirely well as Khitti had thought they would. Also, Bradyn's a jerk. You'd think she'd be used to guys like this now.

The Death Cult Temple, Vailkrin

When both Khitti and Bradyn were ready, she’d lead the way back to Hemlock Street and then down through the cemetery to the Death Cult Temple. Whether or not there’d be a discussion, about anything really, along the way would be up to Bradyn. Khitti was, well, still unsure of what to talk about with him. Larewen was out of the question, of course, and so were most things pertaining to necromancy because that could eventually lead to either more frustration on Bradyn’s part or could take the path towards Khitti discussing her cure. None of those were really all that favorable so the redhead chose silence instead.

The silence wasn’t without contemplation, however. Khitti would eye the tombstones as they passed, a look of reflection on her features. If things did not pan out with this cure, she wondered where she might be laid to rest at--because of course that’s where her mind immediately went and no whether or not the spell itself was just a dud and nothing at all would come of it; she’s a bit of a pessimist, you see--or if there’d be some sort of pyre and her ashes scattered out at sea. With both Brand and Lionel’s inclination towards fire, it was likely to be the pyre for. The whole of this thought process was internal and she welcomed a distraction should Bradyn provide it.

It wasn’t long before they reached the Temple and Lorkain found within. The shrouded male was eyed passively, as was the blood-covered altar, before Khitti’d finally say to him, “Ve seek your teachings. Vhile I cannot speak for Bradyn, I particularly seek aid in learning advanced reanimation and soulbinding.” Lorkain would stare at her cooly from beneath that hood of his, a brow likely raised to accompany the vaguely bewildered tone he offered her, “Would that not be something you went to Larewen for? She -is- the Animus Ligeratus of the guild.” Khitti sighed heavily, “So she is.” It seemed this would probably have to be something she learned on her own as Larewen was a pre-occupied with things at the moment. “Fine zhen. Bradyn, vhat is it zhat you’re more inclined to learn about?”

The walk would indeed be a short one, up one street, and down another. That is all it would take for the two vampires to reach the Death Cult Temple. The silence during their walk was not something that Bradyn minded, he had grown accustomed to quiet in his years thanks to his profession. Larewen was not a subject that Bradyn wanted to speak of and since he was not aware of her attempts for a 'cure', he could also not put in his sentiments as to if he believe it possible or not. Her thoughts wander to what manner of burial she may have should her plan not to as hoped, his thoughts stay focused on the task at hand. Would Lorkain even see them? What lessons would be offered, if any? Would their time and efforts be better spent chasing on some other endeavor? Step after step, these are the questions turning through Bradyn's mind.

They arrive and Bradyn's grey eyes come to rest on the shrouded elven lich, still silent as Khitti and Lorkain first speak their part to one another. It is well known that the Lorkain specializes in the dark arts, often offering his knowledge. While Bradyn does not expect Lorkain to be a bundle of kittens and sunshine, the answer Khitti receives seems....Was she even going to get any training of any sort today? He too was getting the vibe that she perhaps would have to explore furthering her own knowledge on her own. There is a the slight temptation to test the lich's patience, only to spit out the same answers that Khitti did. "Everything," Bradyn begins, his answer coming in earnest (for Bradyn). "But we must all begin somewhere. The Black Tides," the basics of which Lorkain is known for teaching. Of course, so could Khitti? She has confessed to wanting to assume the role of teacher in this particular area. This answer is a measured answer on Bradyn's part.

"Of course I confess I too have a particular interest in reanimation as well." Which was also no lie, if there was an area that he was to try and specialize in over others than this would be one of them. Which is why he tosses out reanimation over soulbinding. Would he be told to go seek out Larewen over this suggestion as well? It is probable. Bradyn is sure that he would at least gain assistance in learning the Black Tides but again, he was trying to make this trip useful to the both of them. "I can always come back on my own to learn about the Tides, so perhaps a lesson in advanced reanimation would be the best way to spend our time? Since you have two of us here wanting to learn."

Khitti would side eye Bradyn as he pointed out that he too wanted to learn reanimation. Trying not to seem -too- eager, she adds in, “Vell, if zhat’s to be zhe lesson for today, zhen you might as vell add in zhe spirit binding too. Larewen’s dealing vith some zhings at zhe moment annnnnnd it all sort of falls in zhe same category, no?” There was an innocent smile from the youngest member of the group, ie: Khitti, though perhaps not quite as innocent as it seemed. The gears were definitely turning in her head, and it’s incredibly likely that Lorkain--as ancient as he was--saw this as well, for he was not a stupid man. Dead. Evil. He was these things, but not stupid. “Very well. Come this way.”

The lich would lead the two vampires down a passage and into a room used for training with corpses; there was never a shortage of dead bodies when your temple is situated right next to a cemetery. On cue, and likely through some sort of mental telepathy with his servants, a ghoul appears, dragging along with it a unidentifiable body. It soon shoved the body onto the table and shuffled off elsewhere. Lorkain did nothing besides stand there at the head of the stone slab, his icy stare fixate somehow simultaneously on both Bradyn and Khitti. “Resurrect it.” A simple command, and yet, he gave no instructions. Khitti just stared at the lich blankly, “But. Um.” Lorkain narrowed his eyes at Khitti, his words much more stern and cold this time, “-Resurrect it-. If you cannot prove to me that you are capable of simple resurrection, then you will not learn soulbinding.” The redhead frowned a little, cast a wary side glance at Bradyn, then sighed and attempted to focus. Gingerly, Khitti took the nearest hand of the corpse, and focused her thoughts on bringing it back to life.

The side eye he receives is noticed but ignored, Bradyn does not view it as a negative gesture in this particular instance. This request was made not out of a favor to her but because it benefited him as much as it did her. The innocent smile Khitti garners is met with a shake of Bradyn's head, for he too saw right through what she was up to just as Lorkain did. Their joint antics do not end up having them removed from Lorkain's presence, or worse. As if Lorkain, as ancient and as skilled in the dark arts as he is, could not have a field day with the two undead beings before him. Bradyn would follow, letting the other two take the lead as they trail through the temple.

Bradyn is not at all surprised by the test that is laid before them. It made sense. At first it seems like with one body being brought in, the test will be administered one at a time with Khitti taking first crack at resurrection. Bradyn is content to wait his turn, however long it takes for Khitti to demonstrate success or failure to Lorkain. A second body is hauled in shortly afterward, this one obviously meant for the remaining necromancer in the room. Lorkain does not need to repeat his command, Bradyn understands and is already approaching the body without the slightest hint of hesitation. His profession affords him exposure to the dead constantly and it has given him plenty of time to practice resurrection.

His hand does not take hold of the cold hand of the corpse. Rather the palm of his hand is pressed to the forehead of the remains. Eyes close and Bradyn's lips begin to move, one can only assume he is muttering an incantation of some sort but not a single sound, not even a whisper is heard. Bradyn removes his hand from the forehead of the corpse and as he does so the being opens its eyes and sits up. At one point this was probably a very lovely blonde woman but time spent in the grave has taken its toll on her flesh. Animated she might be, but she is still nothing more than a body rotted with decay and lacking in intelligence. Bradyn did not spend his efforts on a full resurrection spell, not the sort that Sally wants to use on her dead boyfriend Jimmy so that they can spend a long and happy life together at least. They have a mindless hunk of flesh bound to do Bradyn's bidding sitting before them. Or hopefully she is fully under his control at least...

All eyes are on Khitti now. At least eyes that are affixed within a skull that is attached to an intelligent being. The thing Bradyn just brought back is staring forward mindlessly, not watching Khitti.

See, raising the dead was easy. Super easy. Except for Khitti. She’s never -completely- managed it so it goes according to plan. Bradyn, much like many other folk that Khitti’s met throughout her stay here in Lithrydel, will eventually find out that hardly anything goes the way it should with the foreign female. The last time she tried conjuring up the dead, she tried it the old fashioned route with herbs and such. She, erm, accidentally got things mixed up with a love potion and the zombies that came back tried to whisk Khitti and Brand off into the darkness (because there’s no sunset in Vailkrin, you see). She also hasn’t been able to bring back one single undead at a time. But… that was also back when the magic wasn’t directly hers.

It really doesn’t help that things are a little tense right now, what with the cure things going on and Lorkain’s almost literally staring a hole in her because she’s standing there holding this dead person’s hand and Bradyn’s already freaking brought his own body back to life. A frown appears as her thumbs start to somewhat massage the back of the corpse’s hand, as if this would reanimate it. Much like Bradyn, she too mouthed a few words but it was mainly ‘please please please’, repeated over and over again like a mantra.

Soon, however, there was a spark. A strange purple spark. That was not a thing she recalled Amarrah being able to do. Perhaps something leftover from that transfer of energy from Ayras? Whichever it was, it managed to do just the trick, though Khitti did leap backwards a foot or so with a quiet ‘eep’. The corpse let out a very zombie-like groan and pushed itself up into a sitting position, the spot where its eyes had been glowing a deep purple. If Lorkain was surprised, he didn’t show it, instead letting out a ‘hm’ before continuing on with the lesson. “Spiritbinding, much like reanimation, is also quite advanced. While, as I said, I’d prefer your guildmaster to teach you, Khitti is right in the fact that the elder vampiress is quite indisposed at the moment, so I will do this for you. First, however, you must repair what was.” With a few whispered words and a gesture or two, Lorkain used his own necromantic energy to repair the sight and restore the decayed flesh and bone of Khitti’s undead. “Focus on the thought of the flesh renewing itself. See the skin and bone sewing itself back together. Channel your magic with this in mind. You are not asking it to do this--you are demanding it. Make the flesh bend to your will.”

The lich gave another wave of his hand, causing the improvements on the corpse to literally decay before their eyes. Khitti didn’t seem so sure of this; it was surely tapping into that trauma locked away in the back of her mind that she acquired so long ago. Her frown returned, but she attempted to concentrate nevertheless.

For all of Bradyn's doing, he was not intentionally trying to make the situation tense for Khitti. Lorkain, on the other had, was definitely doing a good job of creating added pressure. Apologies, Khitti, but for Bradyn's years studying necromancy one would hope he has managed a base reanimation. It might be concerning otherwise, given Larewen instructed they work together. He hopefully is not proving himself to be a waste of time and effort. However he also is not seeking to gain the reputation of a show off. Not with the vampiric woman that he is, so far, prone to working with.

Khitti seemed surprised and Lorkain let out a 'hm' but Bradyn is less surprised. It is not that he has seen some amazing feat to have confidence in her abilities. No. What he has seen is a willful and stubborn woman who has flat out told him that while she has a lot to learn, she will learn it fast. That Bradyn believes, based on what he has seen. This is not something the necromancer's mind dwells on for long, the lesson continues and grey eyes find focus on the zombie-like being that Khitti has created. What he is seeing is no surprise to him, the fact that Lorkain can put on such a display is equally no shock. Impressed? Eh. Envious? Maybe. Bradyn keeps his facade about as impartial as he usually does, making it hard to read exactly what he is thinking. The norm.

The display the Lorkain puts on finds its end and the command to attempt to focus on the thought of flesh is given. Back to his own ghoulish being, eyes locked on it hand gripping the creature by its wrist, Bradyn also begins to concentrate. Would those years of study afford him success in this training endeavor as well? It did appear as though there were signs of regeneration but it was nowhere near significant enough yet to consider his training to be successful. Maybe he was struggling? Maybe he was biding his time so that Khitti did not feel added pressure again? Maybe this was just past his ability and skill level for now?

Khitti was pretty frakking determined now that she managed to successfully rez that body. And now it was staring at her (sort of anyway since it lacked eyeballs) and awaiting a command. There was still hesitation though, albeit briefly, because ohmygod Lorkain quit frakking staring at her, you’re being creepy as hell (moreso than you already are). She’d eye her hands momentarily, the origin of that weird purple spark before shaking her head with a sigh.

Thankfully for Bradyn, she was too wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice that he’d not succeeded yet! At least, not completely anyway. Khitti finally put forth her own effort, focusing hard on first the decayed flesh that plagued the former resident of the living’s body. Much like Bradyn, she struggled to even do that--how the hell was she ever going to regrow eyeballs from nothingness?! “Do it. Both of you. Focus harder or neither of you will receive another lesson from me,” Lorkain barked as he realized that the two of them were having trouble. “You both can go back to staring at books all day and wait ‘til Larewen’s got her damned body again before you’ll ever get another lesson like this.”

Khitti was, uh, not very receptive of this. She’d grown rather irritated with the lich’s high and mighty air. Who frakking cares if you’ve been alive since the beginning of time, dude?! Well, she didn’t say this, of course, but she certainly got pissed and that always seemed to help things when she got pissed. Or things would go ridiculously wrong. Once again, thankfully for Bradyn, today is not that day. She repeated the gestures Lorkain had done, but not without a scowl, and the skin reappeared as it once had been before the creature’s death. Elven ears regrew themselves, fair skin (though still darker than that of Khitti or Bradyn) returned, begging for a bit of sun, and even the eyeballs--ones as blue as the sky in Cenril on a nice day--reappeared from the void, the two vampires made privy to the reformation process as blood and sinew came together once more. The blonde, male elf was remade whole and Khitti gave an exasperated sigh. That purple fire of hers danced briefly across her fingertips, the temptation to set the lich aflame gnawing at her. Yeah, okay Khitti. You know that’s not how liches work.

The Maharan male would been alright if Khitti had noticed what may appear to be struggling on his part. At the very least hesitance. The reasons for this were few and they were surprisingly not selfish. He did not want to regenerate the flesh prior to Khitti and perhaps create added pressure for her. He also did not want to make it seem like he was letting her go first either, neither she nor the lich would appreciate that, so he made the barest effort for show. It neither of their efforts were enough and Lorkain was soon barking his commands at the two necromancers. Inwardly Bradyn is inclined to agree, impatient much? The outward presentation is the usual drab one, there is not much of a reaction at all. When it became a matter of losing time with Lorkain for who even knows how long?...As this lich could live for ages and may hold the worst of grudges....Bradyn was definitely spurned into action and thankfully so was Khitti, but he was not paying her any heed once the Lorkain snaps. Who would Bradyn rather have the oppprtunity to learn from? Lorkain.

Concentrate and focus Bradyn would, the flesh of the corpse that has been assigned to him renewing. Yes, assigned. Bradyn viewed this little more as classroom lesson and this was just some little piggy for testing and dissecting. As skin and tissue regenerate it becomes clear that the body that Bradyn has been given is that of a woman and a human, not one spectularly gorgeous. She has plain brown here and deep chestnut eyes. Restored she may be but capable of acting of her own free will she was not. Bradyn has no intention of trying to bring the woman back to life so that she can go frolic and be merry. Whoever this woman is, whatever her story, she is quite under Bradyn's control. Just a human sitting on a table in garb that is stained from...well her own rot. At some point, unless for some reason forbidden, Bradyn will end up killing this woman all over again.

Grey eyes transfer from the woman he has restored, to Khitti and her elf, back to Lorkain. He could understand the importance of establishing their ability to be able to summon and raise a corpse. Advanced reanimation involved creating a being from parts and pieces of more than one species. Frankenstein status. If ever Bradyn looked excited about an idea, it was this moment. Actual excitement Khitti. Yes, please can he toy with dead bodies and try and jumble them together into some freakish being? Secretly Bradyn was hoping that a few bodies would be brought in next..ideally in pieces already. Ahem. Realistically the vampire suspects this will not be the case. There has to be some in between task. Lorkain is probably going to tell them to go do this successfully like a thousand times and then come back. Bradyn's mind stews but he remains silent.

Funny enough, Bradyn gets his wish. Perhaps Lorkain can read minds. Perhaps it was his plan all along. But, once the two vampires succeeded in their tasks, the lich gave another wave of his hand, motioning for his students to do away with their specimens, “Disassemble them and reassemble them. Now.” Poor Khitti. Neither Lorkain nor Bradyn knew of her history and the fact that this was very much something she did not want to do. But… She needed to continue her lesson in order to learn that much needed soulbinding. A rather jagged looking dagger made of dark ice is summoned up and then the hacking away began. Each appendage was removed, then the head, and soon all the elf’s parts were sitting before Khitti on the table.

This wasn’t anything new for her, the destroying of undead. She was almost -too- good at it. There was a grim frown and nothing more from the redhead as she began her task of reassembling the elf, the ability to do so a bit easier now that she was angry and focused.

Khitti, do you see this? Bradyn is grinning a twisted and morbid grin and it does not go away as Bradyn begins to dismember the zombie-like woman sitting in front of him. Dismembering for Bradyn's corpse was not accomplished in the same way as Khitti completed her task. It stands to reason that if they can restore and regenerate the flesh of the dead so that it looks like they are whole again, they should also be able to degrade it. This is exactly what Bradyn does, in a focused fashion. The rot was limited to the areas of joinsts. For the right arm, it would rot away at the elbow. For the left, the shoulder. Both legs were taken at the hips and yes, of course he removed the head in this very fashion as well. The zombie-woman was nothing more than bits and pieces upon the table and with another devious grin, an arm is lifted up and held out toward Khitti. "Would you like to mix and match a bit?"

That cranky lich is none too happy about Bradyn's antics, who is like a high school kid in biology class dissecting a frog and making immature comments right now. For shame Bradyn. Lorkain responds to his comment with a sharp, "Focus." It goes unsaid but the tone suggests that he better not have to keep repeating this command. He is awfully impatient, is he not? It is one thing to reanimate a whole corpse. It is another to piece it back together. And yet another to create a being entirely of your own through the body parts of multiple creatures.

The arm finds its place back on the table, Bradyn laying it neatly next to body it was once attached to. Bradyn would not fail at this task, reassembly would occur in the same way that he took this body apart but in reverse. Flesh, muscle, and tissue would be regenerated to allow for the Maharan male to re-attach the limbs. This part was the easy part, it was just a test to see if they were even ready for anything more advanced. Would the tissue of a an ogre accept being attached to that of a naga? The risk of complications was much greater.

Khitti didn’t need to see the grin to feel the crazy and sadism practically radiating off of Bradyn. And then he asked her to mix and match?! Her verdant line of sight settled on the older male with a look of utter disgust and disdain. “Absolutely not.” Her words were cold, stern, and not at all pleased with him. Thankfully, Lorkain wasn’t happy either and chided Bradyn for the way he’s going about things.

The vampiress does reassemble her fleshy doll, manipulating the flesh so that it actually mimics thread, giving it that Frankenstein look. She didn’t need to mix parts. She didn’t want to do -this-. But, she knew it was necessary. Khitti was going to have to reform Lydia’s blood and sinew from naught but bones. She was certainly going to need help with it, and maybe once they were done here, Khitti would make up some wonderful story to lie to Bradyn and get his help. Or, maybe she’d just outright say ‘Hey, help me rez my dead twin sister. It’ll help you get more experience with this’. Yeah. That’ll work. No reason for him to be suspicious.

While they hadn’t exactly mastered the technique of regrowing flesh, it was good enough for now, and Lorkain was satisfied for the time being; they could always practice more later, of course. “Now,” the lich said, “focus your magic on finding their spirits. Find them--draw them out from whatever plane they might be in--and pull them to you. It is no easy task.”

Well, he had been fairly open that the two of them had a very different regard for the dead and this situation was definitely evidence that he had meant what he had said. Sorry? Does this mean that creepy experiments with corpses at the funeral parlor in Cenril our out of the question? Sigh, probably. Rezzing Lydia would be practice that Bradyn would not turn down, but would he find the story suspicious or not? There would be only one way for Khitti to find out.

For now they had a task to focus on for a lich that was rather temperamental, wandering thoughts would not serve either Khitti or Bradyn well at this moment in time. Any thoughts that Bradyn might be having right now are erased from his mind completely so that he can focus only on the current task at hand. In this task, Bradyn is not met with immediate success and it is not because he is dillydallying and waiting to see if Khitti would be able to complete it. As Lorkain has stated, it was no easy task. Concentrating to the fullest, Bradyn attempts to seek out the spirit of this entirely unknown woman. It was easier to do when there was some sort of section to the spirit? A family member to glean insights off of, for example. Bradyn didn't even know the name of the corpse sitting in front of him.

In the end, the Maharan male would not be met with failure, but he would not find success before Khitti. If she ever does -- if she does not it is going to take him awhile before the spirit of the dead brunette will be returned to her body, long enough that Lorkain will likely end up annoyed and barking his demands of the both of them.

Khitti was pretty damned put off by Bradyn, but he -had- warned her. She just didn’t realize how much he was going to remind her of those necromancers she’d been kidnapped by ages ago. Well, if she didn’t know then, she definitely does now and she didn’t particularly like it. Did Larewen act like this too? It’s not like she’d really gotten a chance to study with the elder vampiress before she suddenly lost her body. Sigh. This was something Khitti was going to try to have to look past.

And, so she did. Khitti chose to concentrate on the spirit of the elf in front of her. She knew what ghosts looked like--hell, her sister was on the Tranquility right now--and it wasn’t hard to visualize it. Would this elf have been in the Shadow Plane? Considering the fact that most spirits did not die a happy death when they were still amongst the living, it was entirely possible. While she’d not been to the Vailkrin mirror of that other plane of existence, she focused on that thought nevertheless. She fixated on how she was able to help Facilier funnel Amarrah’s spirit back into her body. It certainly took some time, and soon she -did- get it, but… the elf came back wrong.

There was the purple glow that came with her magic, shining in the male’s eyes, but something was off. It was as if his spirit had become tainted, angered by what she’d done to his body and perhaps because he was nothing more than an experiment. Strong, undead hands would soon find Khitti’s throat as a hoarse snarl left the elf’s lips, the undead not even bothering with the words that he was allowed to use now. He had free will and he was going to use every bit of it to kill Khitti. There was a moment’s hesitation, mainly from shock, but the incident was soon remedied by a rather large ball of eldritch shadows that Khitti summoned up. It was shoved into the elf’s face, thereby causing it--and the rest of him as well--to eventually melt entirely into an ugly pile of acidic-smelling ooze thanks to the magic’s corrosive nature.

Frak. How the hell was she going to resurrect Lydia? She was -definitely- going to need help.

Lorkain would not help, of course. He could sense that Khitti was capable enough to handle things on her own, but when the antics of that undead elf were brought to a halt, he’d then turn his attention towards Bradyn--albeit with an audible sigh to Khitti because while she -did- succeed, she did not succeed well. You’re up, Bradyn. Don’t screw it up too.

Was Bradyn the sort to want to kidnap someone? That sounds like an awful lot of work for very little reward, gold was not something he was short on. Hm. Was he anything like Larewen? Well if you ever have the chance to find out, Khitti, please do not inform him. Bradyn kindly does not want to know.

Try as Bradyn might to stay focused on locating the spirit of his unfortunate charge, the smell of Khitti melting that elf is enough to pull him out of his concentration. Yes, not the scuffle but the smell. There is no gagging of disgust, his profession affords him the luxury of working near all sorts of lovely smells. It was just a very unexpected scent. Grey eyes are torn from the woman and come to rest on the man before flickering to Khitti and regarding her with a slight tsktsk. But yes, Lorkain. He knows. Focus. And he is hoping that he will fall right back into business before the lich can even fuss at him for...how many times now? Did everyone manage to annoy Lorkain as much as these two seemed two? Granted if they had truly annoyed him, they would be...Okay, no need to go there.

No purple glow tarnishes the spirit of the woman once Bradyn manages to locate it and force it to manifest. It hovers in the air, a soft glow that only the necromancers in the room can see for they are in tune with such things, and then seems to be gently herded back into the woman. By all accounts, it seems like Bradyn was successful...but she did not seem to have her own free will like the melted elf...had. No, she was still sitting on the table fairly catatonic. Perhaps he is still exerting some sort of control? He looks relatively proud of himself. so....

To Khitti, "Well I guess you can always try again and un-melt him..." Could she fix that tainted spirit though? Did Bradyn care? It was one of his un-funny joke moments, if one could even tell he was trying to joke.

Today would not be the day where Khitti would ask Bradyn for his help. No, today would be the day where his joke would unfortunately be the last straw and she’d send a small, but still deadly ball of shadowfire near his feet. Khitti didn’t care if Bradyn was older than her or knew more than she did; -she- was chosen to be his teacher and -she- deserved some amount of respect… didn’t she? A wordless glare would be gifted to the slightly taller male before she spun on booted heels and stepped over to Lorkain. “I’m finished here. I vill return again later on zhis veek to try again vith zhe spiritbinding.” Clearly, she was not to be deterred.

Before Khitti stormed off, Lorkain would dip his head in a nod to the redhead, then shifted his attention towards Bradyn. “You did well enough. For all of your studying, however, you’re rather stupid. Perhaps I might suggest a book on manners and controlling those unhinged urges of yours? Mutilating the dead is all well and fun--I myself enjoy it as a hobby rather often--but there’s a time and place for everything. That time was not now.” As it had been nearly the entire time, Lorkain’s tone was sharp and he made no effort to mask his snideness. “And especially not with her.” It’s almost as though Lorkain knew things. Well, the dead do talk and despite being the evil lich that he is, he was also rather good at listening. Lorkain would leave Bradyn to do as he pleases, whether that was to stay there and practice more or for him to leave the temple like Khitti had.

Was Bradyn intentionally being disrespectful? In his mind, not really because it's not like he thought Khitti was incapable so he's not really sure what the big fuss is right here. Their lesson had begun in regeneration, she could have unmelted him and tried again! It's not like he told her he sucked and to go away! Is that what she heard? Is that what Lorkain heard? Bradyn is so confused right now except it does not show. As one might have predicted, the ball of shadowfire does not bring him to flinch or even blink. There is a frown of annoyance though.

"I will leave," but not to follow after Khitti. She is given ample time to take her own leave so there is not that awkward walk where she is still clearly in his line of sight. Had Khitti just huffed and puffed off, maybe Bradyn would have been inclined to follow and exhibit some showing on manners by inquiring why she was so upset. This was not the case. So he is just going to go right ahead and give her space. New day, clean slate, sort of thinking. "Thank you for the impromptu lesson, next time I will be sure to word warning ahead of time." Between Lorkain talking and Bradyn's response, Khitti should have stormed ahead sufficiently far enough.