Ti'swena POV
Ti'swena watched alongside necromancer and witch-doctor alike as their work completed.
The master's ritual could not have gone better. Working in tandem with the necromancer's in such a manner was nearly unheard of, but it had clearly produced results.
The shadowed creature that his master had become stood within the ritual circle as the last of the power drained into him, it's arms spread outward.
It had the vague form of a thin humanoid, but no distinct features aside from what looked to be two pointed ears, and a body consisting of shadow. Wisps of darkness smoked away from its form.
Two motes of lights opened where the eyes on a living creature where commonly found, one of the lights glowed red, and the other blue.
A voice echoed throughout the chamber, sounding as if it were two beings speaking in tandem.
"Interesting."
Felendren's spectral hand rose to his eyes. The digits flexed experimentally.
"How does it feel masta?" He couldn't help but ask. Few beings had ever willingly turned themselves into such a thing.
It was perhaps the closest thing he would ever see to a beings ascension to becoming a Loa.
The motes of light focused on him.
"It feels... Good. I feel like I could conquer the world. I'm eager to see what I'm capable of."
He could only imagine. If he was lucky enough he may even be able to see it.
"Then it worked as well as I had hoped." He paused, gathering himself.
"What now?"
"We get back to work." The pleased smirk on his master's face couldn't be seen, but he knew it was there.
The specter's arm rose, before the fallen form's of the warriors who had sacrificed themselves, all two dozen of them, began to stand.
One by one the fallen warriors clumsily pulled themselves up from the ground, taking their weapons back up. They rose without ritual, or word. Zombies.
A testiment to the raw power the master could now draw upon. It was possible for any caster to forgo incantation and the practiced movements most spells required, but it wasted a considerable amount of energy.
"You will begin preparing the ships, loading them with all the supplies we have on hand, the food, the water, and the weapons. If you need to use them before we leave, just board the ships. Everything we can fit goes aboard."
The shadow became formless, flowing into one of the human necromancers standing nearby.
The man shook for a moment, before stilling and smirking.
"Once that is finished I want you to keep guard over them and have them ready to set sail at all times."
The necromancer's eyes glowed for a moment.
"It won't be much longer now before my people find themselves supported fully by the Horde, and begin to push the unwelcome out of their land once again."
The human took several calculated steps around the room, stumbling slightly as he found his new center of balance.
"I would see to it we took everything of magical value we could before we made our leave. Tommorow we move to add more magic users to my collection."
The human body hopped a few times in place, before striking with it's fist into the air around it.
"Instructor Antheol is a magister. He teaches a number of students just outside the walls of Silvermoon city. He's the only vulnerable magister there is. If we handle it correctly we can take him and the students with us before retaliation is arranged."
So he had finally decided then? Good. The Elven scouts had been growing more and more aggressive as of late, clearly making the preparations for what they probably hoped was the final push.
The Arcane Guardians that had been steadily streaming from that disgusting Elven city grew in number daily, and they had made considerable progress in clearing out the scourge in the area.
Soon the only remaining beings hoping to take advantage of the land would be the Wretched and the Troll's, both unorganized and cut off from each other. The Trolls due to the damaged but still functioning ward wall, and the wretched do to conflicting interest.
They needed to leave as soon as possible.
He made to do as he was commanded, before he stopped.
"What about your old body?"
The human being puppeted looked to the body on the ground, before he grimaced at the sight.
"Fuck I looked even worse than I thought. Throw it aw-" He froze. "No."
Blackened mist flowed from the necromancers mouth, before it flew into the body of one of the zombie trolls. The body stood straight, moving suddenly with the speed it had in life.
The corpse looked to him, smiling.
"Put it back together, use some of the zombies if you have to. Even a dead vessel could have it's uses."
His master stalked over to the railing of the overlook, leering at the Night-elf and the rangers as they recuperated from the magical strain of feeding the circle.
They ate together at a table below them, talking and laughing as if they didn't hate each other.
In an instant the spirit left the carcass, flowing back into the human he had earlier taken over, who had collapsed after Felendren left his body.
"Send Nyssa and four of the rangers up here in the mean time. It's time for something of a test drive."
Ti'swena smirked at the mans words. "Yes masta."
"And Tim?"
Felendren looked over to him.
"Yes?"
He pointed to the corpse.
"Make sure the hunch is gone. "
"Of Course."
With those parting words Ti'swena gathered the carcass of the being he served, and made off into the rooms below.