Chapter 2! I'm on a roll
Pharaun's training began with simply remembering the spells he had memorized when he died. That part was easy.
Inthracis was tougher after that, forcing him to stay up for multiple cycles at a time, simply reading tomes in various languages, ranging from human to surface elf to demon. Within ten tendays, he had learned to speak, read, and write four other languages.
After the language training, Inthracis put him through vigorous combat tests, having him fight with only a weapon of Pharaun's choosing against various demons, going from manes to Inthracis himself. This portion of the training took five years.
More advanced spellcraft began, and Pharaun learned of the dark magiks of the Abyss, ranging from turning mortals into puppets under his control for several hours to conversion of divine energy into weave energy. The power Pharaun gained from this training was massive, and he spent 10 years perfecting it.
The final five years of Pharaun's training were incredibly bloody, as these were his experiments, and he spent the first two months attempting to summon the Sarthos demon and put it under his control. He died twice, having a rather angry Inthracis resurrect him both times.
When Pharaun finally did summon the Sarthos demon successfuly, Inthracis stood behind him and watched as the Balor danced to Pharaun's very thoughts, and would have raised an eyebrow if he had any.
In no time, twenty years had passed, and Pharaun had become a mage that was twice as strong as the one he had been before he died the first time.
The day finally came when Pharaun approached Inthracis about why he had been resurrected in the first place, as he had done many times before. Previously, he had gotten the typical response of "It's the nature of chaos."
However, Pharaun knew that this time it was going to be different.
"Why did you resurrect me the first time, Lord Inthracis?"
"It's that time, eh?"
"Yes"
"Well, if you must know, I shall require three days to show you the reason, and this time, it will be a good one, rather than "its the nature of chaos."
"Thank you, Lord Inthracis"
The mage could not help but smile as he turned away from the ultroloth, knowing he would finally get the answers he required.
The next three days were spent as the past five years had been. Without the bothering of Inthracis, of course. Pharaun sat at his desk, working on a replacement for one of the rings he had lost, particularly speaking of the enchanted rapier that had been shattered by the demon father of the draegloth Jeggred, who Pharaun had learned was now dead too.
He sat enchanting a rather large bone sword with a razor sharp edge that was so deadly, it could cut through a dragon's leg in a single swipe. Metal was hard to come by, so bone would have to be an alternative medium for his weapons, and it worked rather successfully, as Necromancy had become his prime subject next to Abjuration. The blade was a design that was rarely used even by its creators. It was a two meter-long blade with a handle that measured about fourty five centimeters. The blade was rectangular, with an edge at the end for stabbing. The natives of the land where it originated originally made it out of treated wood, and often used it during a hunt in order to deliver the killing blow to the animal... or enemy.
Pharaun willed the sword to his hand, and it did. The blade was enchanted so heavily, Pharaun could swing the normally 50-kilogram sword with the ease that he could swing a well-balanced dagger. A simple thought turned the bone sword into a ring that sat on his finger like a band of pearl, glimmering with a creamy light.
He stuffed his various wands into the pockets of his robes, which he had also enchanted to be as strong as dragon's scales (among other things), and he placed the pouches that contained his spell components on the sash which he used to tie the robe shut. He hefted the Staff of the Magi in his hand, remembering the day Inthracis had given it to him as a gift for controlling the Sarthos Demon. With this staff, he could easily level an entire forest, wipe a battlefield clean, or (if used properly)... annhilate a god. The staff was one to end all staves that had preceded it, with the power to shoot a single bolt of lightning that exploded on contact into five fireballs, or vice-versa. It also protected him a great deal from various elements, such as fire, cold, and lightning.
The time had come, Pharaun thought as he slid the ring that marked him as a master of Sorcrere onto one hand, and his new Ring of Flying onto the other. Time for him to find the true meaning of his resurrection.
Wow... Now I know how RAS feels when he goes into great detail on something... I think I could do this for a living. R AND R!!