Meciathe

Dirmire looked at the dragon "Yes you will be useful" Selene ran dow into the lair clutching the razor hard in her hand

"No my friend you have it wrong" Dirmire said as he entered the tavern. " I was healing myself and the dragon was the security and the energy source" I ment no harm

Just as aardorn had got past the dragon the was a large boom and a flash of green light he noticed Dirmire. Dirmire was hoverring and soon the dragon stopped and all the energy seeped intoo the necromancer. "yes" Dirmire said as the battle scar on his face healed and his skinformed back to its original smooth form. "if you interupted i would have been younger without the hasle."

"Get him i need time to finish the seremony" Dirmire started utter curses and words unknown to aardorn

Dirmire released his pet The undead dragon sniffed out and then roared

Dirmire had sensed his presence "what do you want"

Dirmire walked down the street and turned of down by the church he walked into the graveyard and uttered some dark magic and a slab of stone lifted and he walked into his lair aardorn followed and walked down the cobbled stairs he smelt death and decay

Dirmire bent down and sucked out his soul the darkness formed round his hand the body turned to dust.

"This man is bakestaber a betrayer and he deserved what he got" dirmire said as he kicked snow in the dead mans face

"I gave him the money i gave him his life and now he repays me by scapering of to all the other scum the low lifes and traitors and he shall pay with his life" dirmire now furious at the man

I need my money where is ? Dirmire pressed the dagger harder drawing blood

"Good we need him. Try and get him drinking the answer will come out eventually!" Dirmire spone round and grabbed him. The necromancer jabbed a dagger in his feble back. "MOVE"

"He has longer hair and has a deep gouge out of his leg" Dirmire looked around then turned to aardorn

Theres this one guy i need to find he go some imfomation i need OOC: look at all the pervert guests

"i need to find him" thought Dirmire as he looked around his eyes as green as emeralds

"i've been followed" he turned showing his battle scar his robe bristle in the draft

Dirmire walked in his robes black as night. He walked over towards edward and heard in on the conversation trying to be unoticed

OOC: I don't know elliot, but you better come up with a name first. He can't walk round called "necromancer" If you can't come up with anything else, just make it up as you go Aardorn peeked out again, silently, he moved closer, hiding at any moment he could how do send messages because i have to keep using reply which is annoying what do you think Darmire as a name

can you help me think of my necrromancer

benedict is that you

Hi its me elliot :-0