When the general pulled him off to the side and showed him that the form was just a ruse, Drizaghar hid his confusion. Though what he felt now was a different sort of disorientation. The creature he had been traveling with earlier had somehow become Shin’dril; powers and all. The dark elf could make neither heads nor tails of it, but he decided it would be best if he played along.
The drow understood his ally’s plans, but had no clue how the beast thought he would be able to execute them. I’ll leave the thinking to him, he concluded. Obviously the creature was in a much better position to be planning things out that Drizaghar was. As they returned to the line, the necromancer moved away from the members of Legion Clades and moved toward the back of the column.
Rows of zombies marched in front of him and he took the time to practice bits of knowledge that he had picked up in the Tome of Necromancy that his ancestor had left him. The book had always proved useful, but the dark elf couldn’t use many of the abilities detailed there. Perhaps this is just the time to begin learning through experience, he reasoned.
As he pushed a small tendril of power into the undead directly in front of him, he thought on his new position within the army. Lieutenant, he rolled the word over in his mind. What does this all mean? The day had moved so fast since they found the zombie horde, Drizaghar hardly had time to sort it all out. And next we attack the elves, he smiled wickedly.
He slammed into the zombie in front of him for the creature had stopped moving. Stumbling back from the impact, Drizaghar looked to see the rest of the horde still marching ever onward toward the capital. What… then the dark elf realized his small tendril of power had entered the simple being’s mind; he controlled the zombie warrior.
His grin widened as he sent commands across the tentative connection, Will this work? As he contemplated the outcome, the zombie turned and began marching toward a nearby tree; just as Drizaghar had commanded. The drow’s incredulity at how easy it was to use his necromancy bordered on amazement with himself; best not to get too cocky though. Turning the zombie back toward the rest of the patrol, he ran alongside it as they slipped back into their formation.
Shaking his head in wonderment, the drow walked back to the front of the line next to Shin’dril, content to contemplate his position and wait for the general to give the next order. Their march to Eluriand would be finished within the next hour or so… then the real fun began.