Theory of a Dead man [Open]

@"Poptart" , @"Nightstripe" , @"Delta-Kun" , @"Karlos_Baron"

Vlad watched the entire interaction and flipped through her book to a spell which she whispered under her break the entire. Upon being fully charged she stood and listened to Ardos words, she was correct. This required something more true than her woulds could ever hold for her. As Ardos grabbed her upper arm the urge to break his wrist was strong. Her expression was pained and filled with pity, they were so much younger than her. Turning her gaze to Zen she shook her head.

"I would never hurt either of you. I was not sent here to kill you nor anyone here. I know how you two feel more than you think. In my world Drow were freed from Lothe and the Old ways of the houses. They lived topside with everyone else."

Reaching up she took Ardos face in her hands and pressed her forehead to his. The incantation complete the spell activated.

Images of her life. What she did what she experienced filtered into his mind directly. It started at a time her and her friends A Minotaur, a blond elf male, a pair of males in like armor, a elf with an angel and demon bound within her and a hyena man all camped around a fire.

The next image and many more like it were of the faces of the group changing and changing. Burial mound after burial mound. Vlad dragging the Minotaur and a bag that contained the mushed remains of the blonde elf, the father of her child she carried now. Her on her knees begging a powerful being clad in black for their lives. To take her instead and being denied.

The last and final set of images a three faced undead monster that stood taller than a building within a swamp. The sounds of her friends dying all around her. In an attempt to end the struggle she slit her wrists down from inner elbow to wrist on both sides as necromatic energy exploded forth from her before a firestorm that darkened the sky as pillars of flames crashed from the sky. Her scream of 'I am not an animal! I do not want to be hunted!' It ended with the clapping of the being that she begged for her friends back.. Asking him for death only to be refused and brought back from the brink to buy the people she loved.. Alone again.

They would all see it in the room.. But only Ardos felt her pain. Her misery. Her loss.. Seventy five years of running and never sleeping in the same place twice. A game. A wager. She was just a pawn in a massive game that not even death escaped. He felt how she did when she lost the person she loved. But, when she was summoned here. He felt her fledglings of hope. A chance to be happy. Safe.

The contact was broken and Vlad staggered away from Ardos and grabbed a waste basket and then vomited into it repeatedly.

@"Poptart" , @"Karlos_Baron" , @"Nightstripe" , @"Delta-Kun"

The overwhelming temptation to end the class there and now was beyond her temptation. However. There was a firm understanding here. These students needed to know Necromancy was not something to be trifled with. Turning she set the waste bucket down and then scooted it far away with her foot so it wouldn't be knocked over. From her lips dripping down to her chin was a ribbon of scarlet. Standing tall her face went into a calm mask, akin to one of those that she experienced before facing odds that could kill her. With a deep breath she spoke calmly.

"Necromancy is the study of a magical school that is based around death. Undeath. Destruction. And reconstruction. Through Necromancy many things are accomplished. However. As you can see. The spell I have asked had an adverse effect. Upon myself. There are spells in Necromancy that take in order to give. But. These are almost all taking to give to yourself. Necromancy is a dance of equivalent exchange. I gave of my own health and fortitude to share my past."

Only after she finished speaking did she wipe her mouth with a cloth and then folded it and put it into her desk.

"You will notice from time to time that I will save my blood. This is because a drop spilled now is a drop that does not need to be spilled later. Because at the end of the day Necromancy is a selfish school of magic that is empowering and all mighty. It is for those who have lost and do not desire to loose again. Those who cast it will become empowered."

Taking a moment Vladahlia steadied herself upon her desk before pulling out small booklets in black leather with a symbol stamped onto it.

"While not the strongest of the schools of magic the destruction that is gained is immense in the possibilities of which it can accomplish. In this class we will speak of the magic stigma that has been placed onto the school of magic as well as those who cast it. As well as the religious part of the school."

Walking around she handed everyone one. Though as she walked there was a small tremor in her step which was eased when she was sitting down once more.

"Those are special grimoires. They are filled with special spell tags. The red ones if you choose to use them I request that you do not place on a living thing. Once removed from the book you simply tear a blue tag and it will activate all spells torn out of it. Please be careful. The other ones are clearly labeled so if you wish to see a spell activate in your free time just stick them on the target that it specifies and then tear. There are 10 weak explosive tags, and five tags for raising skeletons up which is good for an hour and fifteen activation tags."