Reunion of Friends
"Souris," Vyle paused, staring into the slightly faded image of Souris. "I can't believe it's actually…you." She smiled and walked over to him.
"Believe it Vyle. I'm back, in the flesh. Well, if you could call this flesh." She said in an annoyed fashion, looking her almost skeletal hands over. She looked back up at Vyle, trying to read the expression on his face. Smash, on the other hands, was on the verge of tears, seeing his old friend alive.
"Souris, come on," Vyle said, extending his hand toward his small companion. "Come back with us. We have a lot to talk about." She stood very still as she thought this proposal over. She took a glance back at all the skeletons and zombies, and her glance fell back upon Smash and Vyle.
"Why not?" She said with a sigh. So the three started their walk back toward the gate when she suddenly stopped. The others looked back at her with puzzled expressions on their faces. "Could you guys hold on one second, I need to attend to one quick matter." She turned from them and faced the legion of undead pets she summoned earlier in the day. She put forth her hand and snapped her fingers. In the blink of an eye, the throng of undead minions fell lifelessly to the ground, as they should be.
An Hour Later in Smash's Bar
Vyle and Souris sat at the bar, each holding large goblets of ale. Smash stood, leaning against the bar, washing glasses with and extremely dirty rag. Vyle was filling Souris in on all that had happened in her absence, and Smash stood, listening and providing an occasional "Yeah…".
Vyle told Souris about how the Overlord insisted Vyle make a crew to fight off pirates seen off the coast of Freeport. He told her about how he and Smash had to raise the money to get a ship and crew, and all the hardships they went through to pull it all off.
"So now, all we need to do is find the pirates and finish em' off." Vyle said, taking a large swill from his goblet.
"Well, that sounds nice an' all but, what did ye' need me for?"
"It's obvious innit? We want you to be part of our crew!" Vyle said, looking quite excited at the prospect of his three best friends in the whole world being part of his crew.
"Well, ye' are an ol' friend so, I can't turn ye' down."
"Great! Now, we set sail tomorrow, since we had a slight delay today, but before we all set off, I have one question…"
"Shoot." Souris said, hiding her face behind he mug.
"Ow' the bloody Hell did you survive? I mean, I carried your dead body to the grave myself, and yet here you stand, alive an' kickin'."
"Well now, that question 'as a very interesting story behind it." She took another sip of her ale and continued. "When I "died", I did logically leave this world. However, I didn't find myself in the afterlife. No, I was stuck in a limbo of sorts. It was my extreme affinity for magic and my need to live that kept me in between life and death. But it was a terrible experience. Everyday that passed here was like a thousand years there." She shuddered and took another sip of her drink. "But, I took this opportunity to perfect my magical abilities. I figured, since it was magic that kept me here, why not use magic to get out. So, I trained and trained and waited an eternity in that void and finally, I tore open a rift and sprung back into the material plane. That was two days ago. Ever since I have been back, I've been trying my new abilities on the local undead and have declared myself a… new title."
"An' that would be…?" Vyle said, on the very edge of his seat, completely entranced by her story.
"I have shed the name of Necromancer, but upheld the identity of Lich."