"So, where did you learn to do this?", he asked, pointing at the ice
covered wood, now dripping onto his chain armor. "At my village in the East
Mountains" she said, motioning east, "The elders had libraries full of
spells, that I studied at my leisure, while the other children played. The
elders didn't think that reading the books would do anything at such a
young age. It wasn't even a consideration of theirs to train me until I was
twelve years old and", she laughed " had frozen two of the shelves
containing ancient text. So now I hunt and protect myself from evil in
another plain, and I protect myself from the earth creatures that want me
for food. When did you start training with that?" she asked as she pointed
to the muddy pile that was a golem.
"Almost just as you did." he said, as he sealed a bead of liquid green into his blade. "When I was young I had a dog that I owned; his name was Bannor. Our village was attacked one evening and all of the older people went to go attack the onslaught of demons at our town entrance. A demon somehow got through the defenses and made it to my parents hut with me in it. It lunged for the five year old piece of meat..." he said motioning toward himself, "when Bannor protected me. It was, I would say, a short battle, and Bannor did win his fight against the demon, but he was fatally wounded. He died in the next few days and I remembered where my parents had buried my hero. So, I studied books on Necromancy every chance I had to one day bring my dog back from the dead."
"Were you able to accomplish your goal?" asked the sorceress. "Yes and no. By the time I was able to learn to raise things, I was ten. So, when I raised him he was just bones and I didn't know how to control him. He attacked my village and was "killed" a second time. I studied hard the next four to five years and learned to summon golems..." he motioned at the muddy pile "and control what I raised as well."
"May I ask, why you were in this tree?" he stammers in his sentence not knowing the young woman's name. "My name is Misato, and I was in the tree because a large, beast-like creature that I wasn't prepared for attacked me. It was slow, so I ran until I thought my heart would leap from my chest. I stopped to catch my breath and noticed this tree, so I climbed it thinking that the creature wouldn't find me. There were a lot of creatures out today, most I recognized and a few that I didn't recognize, but none of them ever came near my tree. I watched them all day, studying what looked like it would be weak against cold, when you came. From the hill that you came down it looked as if you were watching me the entire time. And when you sat at the foot of the tree I thought you were planning to come up and kill me, or throw a potion up to burn the entire tree. When you raised your potion and mumbled something I took my chance at attacking instead of being hunted."
"Well...My name is Eludar, but in the wilderness I call myself...." he squared his shoulders and with a manly yell said, "Dragon!" he laughed. "Don't you think the creatures will hear your screaming?" Misato snapped. "Yeah, I know, but I've got..." he made a motion with his hand and summoned an earth golem, "that!" "Well, it didn't seem to affective against my ice." she said as if the golem were obsolete. With a grin the necromancer banished his original earth golem and threw his secondary dagger out into the open. "What'd you do that for?" asked Misato. Dragon closed his eyes and with a few words and a raised hand an Iron Golem grew forth from the blade.
"Well, Misato, do you think that will be enough to protect against any "real" evil doers?" With a satisfactory nod, in which she yawned, she agreed that the new golem would be sufficient. "Thank you" he said, "I've an extra blanket if you're tired and want to go to sleep. My golem will stand watch while we're sleeping. I'm heading for the north rogue camp at first light and should be there by mid-day." "What are you going to the north rogue camp for?" asked Misato. Taking his blankets out, he replied, "There's an elder Necromancer there, that I'm going to seek training from. His name is Xar.", he said as laid down in his make shift camp.
"Well...I'll be accompanying you to the north rogue camp tomorrow, for I need a few potions of healing, but I'm not going to sleep with you and your golem. I'll be sleeping in this tree." She tied a small rope around her staff and threw it into the tree. With the staff caught behind the "Y" of the trunk, she grabbed for the extra blanket of the necromancer's. "You can't sleep alongside the likes of a necromancer and his golem, but you'll accept his blanket?" Dragon said. "It's not because you have dark magic or that mine is of nature, it's because I'm a sixteen year old girl and you're a...." "Nineteen year old guy", dragon finished tossing the blanket to Misato. "Exactly, besides, I can help your golem if I hear a fight going on from up here." With a satisfactory nod from Dragon, Misato climbs into her tree and they both begin to sleep.
"Almost just as you did." he said, as he sealed a bead of liquid green into his blade. "When I was young I had a dog that I owned; his name was Bannor. Our village was attacked one evening and all of the older people went to go attack the onslaught of demons at our town entrance. A demon somehow got through the defenses and made it to my parents hut with me in it. It lunged for the five year old piece of meat..." he said motioning toward himself, "when Bannor protected me. It was, I would say, a short battle, and Bannor did win his fight against the demon, but he was fatally wounded. He died in the next few days and I remembered where my parents had buried my hero. So, I studied books on Necromancy every chance I had to one day bring my dog back from the dead."
"Were you able to accomplish your goal?" asked the sorceress. "Yes and no. By the time I was able to learn to raise things, I was ten. So, when I raised him he was just bones and I didn't know how to control him. He attacked my village and was "killed" a second time. I studied hard the next four to five years and learned to summon golems..." he motioned at the muddy pile "and control what I raised as well."
"May I ask, why you were in this tree?" he stammers in his sentence not knowing the young woman's name. "My name is Misato, and I was in the tree because a large, beast-like creature that I wasn't prepared for attacked me. It was slow, so I ran until I thought my heart would leap from my chest. I stopped to catch my breath and noticed this tree, so I climbed it thinking that the creature wouldn't find me. There were a lot of creatures out today, most I recognized and a few that I didn't recognize, but none of them ever came near my tree. I watched them all day, studying what looked like it would be weak against cold, when you came. From the hill that you came down it looked as if you were watching me the entire time. And when you sat at the foot of the tree I thought you were planning to come up and kill me, or throw a potion up to burn the entire tree. When you raised your potion and mumbled something I took my chance at attacking instead of being hunted."
"Well...My name is Eludar, but in the wilderness I call myself...." he squared his shoulders and with a manly yell said, "Dragon!" he laughed. "Don't you think the creatures will hear your screaming?" Misato snapped. "Yeah, I know, but I've got..." he made a motion with his hand and summoned an earth golem, "that!" "Well, it didn't seem to affective against my ice." she said as if the golem were obsolete. With a grin the necromancer banished his original earth golem and threw his secondary dagger out into the open. "What'd you do that for?" asked Misato. Dragon closed his eyes and with a few words and a raised hand an Iron Golem grew forth from the blade.
"Well, Misato, do you think that will be enough to protect against any "real" evil doers?" With a satisfactory nod, in which she yawned, she agreed that the new golem would be sufficient. "Thank you" he said, "I've an extra blanket if you're tired and want to go to sleep. My golem will stand watch while we're sleeping. I'm heading for the north rogue camp at first light and should be there by mid-day." "What are you going to the north rogue camp for?" asked Misato. Taking his blankets out, he replied, "There's an elder Necromancer there, that I'm going to seek training from. His name is Xar.", he said as laid down in his make shift camp.
"Well...I'll be accompanying you to the north rogue camp tomorrow, for I need a few potions of healing, but I'm not going to sleep with you and your golem. I'll be sleeping in this tree." She tied a small rope around her staff and threw it into the tree. With the staff caught behind the "Y" of the trunk, she grabbed for the extra blanket of the necromancer's. "You can't sleep alongside the likes of a necromancer and his golem, but you'll accept his blanket?" Dragon said. "It's not because you have dark magic or that mine is of nature, it's because I'm a sixteen year old girl and you're a...." "Nineteen year old guy", dragon finished tossing the blanket to Misato. "Exactly, besides, I can help your golem if I hear a fight going on from up here." With a satisfactory nod from Dragon, Misato climbs into her tree and they both begin to sleep.