[ he sleeps and recovers, but never quite shakes the feeling that something isn't right, as though he's sitting outside of himself. He doesn't know why -- but most of the time, he's able to shake away that feeling or ignore it. Obviously things are as they should be. Obviously nothing is amiss. Everything is fine.
The first time he calls Warren amatus, his feels wrong.
But something shrieks in his mind, and he forgets that feeling all over again.
He follows Warren's instructions and directions dutifully -- little tests, probably, that he passes with flying colors. By the time he feels well enough, some of his sass returns -- muted, of course, and tentative, as though testing the waters -- and a sense of restlessness. ]
If I didn't know better, I'd think you were keeping me prisoner here.
Well, we warp the Veil -- the barrier that separates reality from the Fade, where spirits exist. We draw on a pool of energy we call mana, tapping into the Fade and warping reality to summon flame or ice or lightning or psychic energy.
We have specializations, of course, if one becomes skilled enough with the basics. Healing, for one. Shape shifting. Knight-enchanters, though they're rare.
I, myself, am a Necromancer. Pull spirits from the Fade to inhabit the bodies of the dead. Play on people's fears. Quite different from the Necromancers of your kind, as I understand it. We actually respect the sacrifices of the deceased.
[ He knew there was more to Dorian’s magic than he was letting on. While seems regrettably true that the mage is no healer, his Necromancy may have merit. ]
I draw on the Fade to summon spirits of fear, direct them to attack whomever I choose. The usual reaction is that the spirits make those attacked relive their worst moments, though I hear it causes hallucinations. I suppose it depends on the spirits' whims, that day.
You took that in stride. I-- [ another pause and a frown. He presses the tips of his fingers against his temple. ] I seem to recall news of my being a Necromancer not being particularly well-received, here.
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