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Brom woke with a start, he glanced around, it was still dark and he guessed it was around 3 am, he remembered what Fiir had said the day before, and dragged himself out of bed, stumbling slightly in the dark until he found his door, which wasn't that difficult, considering he had been in the same house for 3 years and could probably make his way around it blindfolded
"going somewhere?" Brom froze at the voice, which seemed to be emanating from the blackness surrounding him
"it is" he glanced around, how could he read his mind, he had primed his defences the second he had heard Fiir's voice
"because your in my domain" then the shadows shifted and Brom could just make out Fiir's frame walking towards him, Brom stepped back involuntarily
"am I really that scary?" he sighed and walked past Brom and opened the door
"how...how did you get in?" Brom saw Fiir smiling
"I've been in your room since about 3 in the afternoon, you didn't notice the shadows?" Brom shook his head
"now, I'm guessing you haven't packed" Fiir looked around and saw the pack Brom had hastily put together, he walked over to that and began riffling through it he frowned and reclosed it
"what about a tinderbox, or a bottle, or your paper?"
"paper?"
"yes, the paper given to you by Vrael" Brom nodded into the darkness but had feeling Fiir knew he had understood, he then excited the room to get what he was missing, while he did that Fiir walked into the next room and woke up Saphira, she was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination and was sorely tempted to just hit him with one of her paws, however she had seen his powers and he could probably just shadow jump if she tried, so she got up and shook he head to clear the headache, then she looked around for the annoying man, unfortunately he had made his escape and was probably downstairs.
As it happened Fiir was downstairs trying to avoid dropping down asleep, insomniac he might be but he still needed sleep, while waiting for Brom to be ready, by this time Saphira was awake and ready to go, unfortunately Brom was still looking for bits and bobs, Fiir sighed and waved his hand, the shadows responded and pulled out the various items he was looking for and laid them out, Brom looked at Fiir for a moment before putting the things in his pack and lifting it onto his shoulders. Then they both walked out of the house and Brom closed the door, they both saw Saphira was ready and Brom got the saddle from the storage shed next to his house and put it on, when he had done that he climbed into the saddle and saw Fiir shadow jumping onto Saphira's back, once they were ready she flapped her wings a bit, to get a guide of wind and its strength before taking off, not that it mattered, a tiny south easterly wind didn't make much difference, once they were soaring over the various houses that dotted the island Brom turned around to see that Fiir wasn't in his seat, he didn't remember seeing a body falling and the straps were still done, then he saw the shadows reforming just behind the saddle, Fiir then sat back down in the saddle, Brom looked at him disapprovingly before turning back around,
the flight was fairly uneventful, except for the various gravity-defying stunts that Saphira did, which she did often. By the time they landed it was almost 6 am, by Fiir's reckoning, Brom didn't argue with him, you didn't when the person working out was a shadowmancer and he was using shadow's to work it out. Once they had landed and Brom got the saddle off Saphira she took off to go hunting, she might have been a dragon but carrying another person and lots of baggage didn't help with her endurance, once she had gone Brom started a small fire and began taking out some herbs and berries, he then found a small stream and filled his bottle, when he made it back he cast a small spell to purify it before pouring into the small cooking pot, once it had boiled he then added the berries along with some Fagnell roots and seasoned it with herbs, he then waited fir it to cook before tasting it, certainly he could have made a better dish of he had more ingredients, but it was all right, when Fiir got a bowl he put it to one side and summoned some shadow and placed it over the bowl, once Brom had finished the meal he washed the bowl in the stream and put it back ,but Fiir still hadn't touched the dish
"are you going to eat that?" Fiir glanced at him annoyed that he had been distracted
"of course, why would I expend my own power keeping a dish warm when I wouldn't eat it" Brom agreed with the logic but couldn't help but have questions
"what are you?" Fiir smiled at the question,. He wondered when it would come up
"I am a shadowmancer"
"so why have I never heard of these shadowmancer's before?"
"we're are a small part of the necromanic guild..."
"necromanic?" Fiir nodded but realized that Brom couldn't see he had
"shadowmancers are a sect of general necromancy, I'm sure you have hear of the 'black falls incident'?" Brom nodded and shivered, he had been about three when he had got the news that a necromancer had killed an entire town and turned them into his army
"now he was a part of the 'shaman cult' which believed that they had been given the power over the 'lesser' humans to do as they pleased, in fact he was their council member"
"council member?"
"oh yes, sometimes I forget you don't know about us, the council is made up of 20 members each representing the 20 cults that make up almost all of the necromanic acts, this includes the shadowmancer's, we are actually quite a moderate sect and we vote for our own shadowmancer council, who then elect a chairman, who will stand on the necromanic council"
"what happens in the less moderate sects?"
"oh, it's a bloody free for all and whoever is most powerful stands on the council, it's these cults that often make the armies of the blacor..." he trailed off when he noted Brom's confused look
"what's a blacor?" Fiir thought for a moment
"it doesn't have a direct translation, I suppose the nearest thing would be 'bond-dead-slave'. Now were was I? Oh yes, but it reflects badly on the more moderate cults"
"moderate? you're all necromancers, you kill to get your power." Fiir looked at him for a second
"heaven help me, I had to go on a mission with an idiot"
"idiot? I'm smarter than you"
"really? Have you had three hundred years to perfect your art?" Brom gazed at him, open mouthed
"yes three hundred, forging these sort of gauntlets take decades, at the very least" Fiir laughed and flexed the gauntlets before continuing "just like your rider sword these are made to our precise specifications rather than just handed down father to son, although...if you were to teach him, or her, I have known female necromancers, but they are rare, actually come to think of it, shadowmancers are the only cult that I know that allow females to join their ranks, I'm going off on a tangent aren't I? Never mind, the point if, if you train them to use your combat style they could probably use your sword, but it would be best to get their own" Brom nodded, it made sense. Then they lapsed into silence before Brom thought of a question
"can you have necromanic powers and not realize?"
"i suppose, yes, the most famous, for you anyway, example is Blagden, now Evandar to slow down death would be a elanert necromancer"
"a what?"
"elanert, a necromancer who specialises in controlling death as a concept"
"so could I..."
"I suppose you could be a necromancer, but I can't sense a spark in you, in cases like yours the power only shows itself in very dangerous situations, just like Evandar, who was almost killed In his duel"
"so what are your powers precisely, I mean I know that you use shadows but that isn't much to go on" Fiir sighed before putting down his book
"as you know our powers comes from the controlling of shadows, however even we don't know why a shadow has power or why we can control it, I suppose that shadowmancers aren't really necromancers at all, we rely on, not the actual shadows, but the err...life-not their-shadows, that's the nearest translation I can think of, now like other necromancers we are mindbreaker's, but to a different degree, while they micro-manage their slaves, we macro-manage ours" he noticed the look of confusion on Brom's face "micro-manage is were you control their every action minutely macro-manage is were you ask for say a sword and the shadows from into what you need, not what you want. While we don;t understand this, it's probably because they rely on dead bodies, which aren't particularly intelligent"
"can I ask a question" Fiir shrugged
"why are you telling me this"
"two reasons, one you need to know, in a fight, which may happen, you need to know precisely what I am capable of and two you need to trust me, believe me I don't like this set-up either but we don't have much choice" they hadn't noticed the time and when they did it was around 10 pm, Brom took the first watch and watched as Fiir sunk into the shadows
AN one review? Seriously how did you like this, It's just an intro into the powers of a shadowmancer, if ur confused just PM me and I'll try to explain.