Out of Character:
Here we go:
Closed to Homunculus.
Continued from The Tagalong General.
Drizaghar can be bunnied at will.
Have a good day.
Standing atop a hill near the raging battle for the city of Eluriand, Drizaghar Maena’triel reflected on his life since his banishment from the Underdark. Traipsing through Raiaera and slowly expanding his necromancy powers had been a tedious task, but time and patience had reward the dark elf. Just before he had been exiled for practicing the dark magic, Drizaghar had merely been able to draw on another’s life force. The past weeks had seen that power grow immensely and new abilities emerge as well. One of the greatest discoveries had been an underground library secreted away beneath the Red Forest. There the drow had found a tome detailing the skills needed to manipulate a person’s very soul. Once he finished with Xem'zûnd’s war here in the elven capital, Drizaghar planned on practicing these new skills.
With the knowledge he possessed, the dark elf necromancer felt confident that he would be able to effect great change in the region. The Forgotten One’s movements fell perfectly in sync with his own; therefore his allegiance to Xem'zûnd was merely out of convenience rather than loyalty.
As Patrol Torris thundered down the hillside, eager to join the battle, Drizaghar closed his eyes and extended his mind into his ranks. He and his pseudo-ally had infiltrated the ranks of a patrol in the tunnels beneath the Red Forest. The berserk creature he had begun to rely on had somehow killed their leader and taken on the man’s image as his own. Drizaghar still wasn’t sure just how his maniacal companion had done it, but it had been a great help in their overall plan to get closer to Xem'zûnd. Now the dark elf commanded some of the undead of that very patrol in a battle to destroy the elves’ capital city.
How far he had come.
As tendrils of power slid into the fragile minds of the zombie warriors, Drizaghar began to let his necromancy take control. Acting out of instinct, he lashed out vicariously any time one of his undead beings got close to an elven defender. The living defenders were tiring quickly and even the sluggish zombies could hold their own. Remaining behind his patrol, the dark elf glanced across the field of battle to find his bestial ally. The man had a necromancer’s body, could he use the former leader’s powers as well?