OnlineHost: ShadWvr has entered the room.

DaraeIRene: :he nods and then s,owly stands:: I have to find The Shadow Weaver.

Ele Alexis: . . .

ShadWvr: ::Shifts into the place from a nearbye shadow::

Ele Alexis: ::She uncoiles herself and nods..::

ShadWvr: Am I intruding perhaps?

Ele Alexis: ::Blink, and her gaze shifted tword the new, but known voice::

DaraeIRene: ::he stops, mid step and steps back into the shadows of Darklyte:: Never, Teacher.

ShadWvr: ::the temperature plumets. Shadows whisper secrets to one another in his presence::

DaraeIRene: ::his voice is a shuddering whisper::

ShadWvr: ahhh... Is that... fright I hear?

ShadWvr: I had thought you were above such trivial things, boy.

Ele Alexis: ::--she picks herself up, and her eyes dart around, an ivory hand casping over her forearm..

Ele Alexis: ::

DaraeIRene: :;a deep breath is taken and released and he steps back again to Darklyte's ledge::

DaraeIRene: I'm sorry to disappoint you, Shadow Weaver.

ShadWvr: And, what are you doing now boy?

DaraeIRene: N-nothing. ::his eyes lower, averted out of respect and

embarassment and he stops his

DaraeIRene: retreat::

ShadWvr: come here lad. I wish to have a word with you.

Ele Alexis: ::She side-steps and presses aginst the wall, God, it was

freezing -- But, she didn't

Ele Alexis: want to leave..::

DaraeIRene: ::he lingers but only a moment before he trots over, head

ducked::

ShadWvr: The shadows tell strange things of you, lad. Perhaps you could

clarify it to me?

Ele Alexis: ::Listening, lingering, she was a master of hearing things she

shoulden't -- Not a sound

DaraeIRene: ::a deep breath and then--:: Destyn's Minister of Magic came to

teach me a lesson, last

Ele Alexis: came from the little wall-dweler::

DaraeIRene: evening, Shadow Weaver. he said he was my teacher and that my

father had sent him and he

DaraeIRene: almost killed me.

ShadWvr: ::The caress of insubstantial shadows touches upon the girl in a

perverse manner::

ShadWvr: I see... and... you are my pupil... Who gave him the right?

DaraeIRene: He said my father sent him, but there are doubts, Teacher.

ShadWvr: ::Morgan grins in delight at the reception of their touch::

Ele Alexis: ::--what the! .. she attempted to back away from the things with

an odd look sprawled

ShadWvr: Did you fight back?

Ele Alexis: across her visage ... ew! dirty little shadows!::

ShadWvr: ::Dark fingers of negative energy brush against her body, no matter

her purchase, for

ShadWvr: shadows fill the place::

ShadWvr: ::The mans voice is stern and curiouse:: Well... did you?

Ele Alexis: ::Whoa, shit, this wasen't good, eyes of peridot lacking pupils

narrowed, than widen -- she

Ele Alexis: twists and turns, creeping aginst that wall, firmly pressed to

the timbers::

DaraeIRene: I....I didn't, Shadow Weaver.

DaraeIRene: :;and with that he winces::

ShadWvr: you let him touch you? You let him beat you? And... you....

::A sigh:: Come here.

DaraeIRene: ::he steps forward again, visibly trembling now. he's sure he's

going to get yet another

DaraeIRene: harsh, physical lesson::

ShadWvr: ::Their groping hands squeezed at her young body, growing more

fevered the more she moved::

ShadWvr: You are mine... you know that do you not?

Ele Alexis: ::Oh -- Now, if there was one way to get Elemalle Sileah Alexis

mad, it was groping -- she

DaraeIRene: Yes. I told him so.

Ele Alexis: swatted at the shadow stuff, and foolishly still continued to

back away::

ShadWvr: ::Her hands pass through their ethereal fingers and her assault

grows harsher. The

ShadWvr: whispering hightens and grows excited. The chill... almost

unbearable::

ShadWvr: Then, we will make that statement.

Ele Alexis: ::--a gasp, ivory skin took on a blueish tinge at the

temperature ... Not this, scared her,

ShadWvr: ::His shoulders shrugged back the rippling, moving cloak to prepare

for a spell::

Ele Alexis: how was she supposed to fight it if she coulden't touch it?::

DaraeIRene: ::he glances bast the Shadow Weaver to his sister:: What are

you going to do?

ShadWvr: ::The hands grow forceful and... needy::

Ele Alexis: ::She was quickly becoming frantic -- arms flail, and well ...

That woulden't have done much

Ele Alexis: anyway, still lacking strength from the Rezz last night::

DaraeIRene: ::he looks from her to his teacher and back again:: Shadow

Weaver, send them away from her!

ShadWvr: ::He moves his arms in slow circles and the utterance of archaic,

magical incantations rings

ShadWvr: through the room::

Ele Alexis: ::--bad touch!!::

ShadWvr: ::He touches the boys chest and a slight searing hits him. A minor

pain, for sure, under

ShadWvr: his clothes:

ShadWvr: they do as they wish. You should learn to enjoy such shows.

DaraeIRene: ::he doesn't move, as if bolted into place and at the feeling

his eyes widen but he does not

ShadWvr: But...... very well.

DaraeIRene: cry out. it is dull compared to previous lessons learned::

ShadWvr: ::They stop as quickly as they started::

Ele Alexis: ...::Enjoy the show? -- She wasen't beyond screaming her head

off if it came down to it::

DaraeIRene: ::his hand presses heavily against his chest and releasing a

strong sigh, he shivers and

DaraeIRene: pulls the shirt away from his chest, peering beneath to see....a

mark?::

Ele Alexis: ::--But, at that, she gives a sigh of relief, but .. all the

same, the girl does feel rather

Ele Alexis: ...dirty...::

ShadWvr: ::A glowing rune, no larger than a fist glows black on his chest:

DaraeIRene: what is it? ::a trill of excitment in his voice. barely::

ShadWvr: there. you are mine. There is no disputing such now. Let it

be known; that Darael of

Ele Alexis: ::Personally, she just wants to get out of here ... But, she

wasen't about to leave Darael

ShadWvr: The Dark is the deciple of Morgan, Shadow Weaver, Finistil.

Ele Alexis: alone with this man::

DaraeIRene: oh... ::he isn't quire sure how he feels about that and he tugs

up his shirt to touch the

DaraeIRene: symbol::

ShadWvr: It is my mark. Any who copy it, are granted a grave curse. Any

who break it... may the

ShadWvr: powers have mercey on their soul.

ShadWvr: ::His skin feels no different. This is, perhaps the nicest thing

Morgan has done to him::

DaraeIRene: ::he nods firmly and then drops his shirt:: What will you teach

me today?

Ele Alexis: ::--She frowns, lilthe arms crossed over her midsection and

curled tightly, By god she

Ele Alexis: should have him killed::

ShadWvr: To defend yourself. No deciple of mine will be thrown about by

such as a weak, novice

ShadWvr: mage.

DaraeIRene: oh. ::his hands lower, looking at his fingers. He clenches

them again:: he took my magic

DaraeIRene: from me, Teacher, it has not yet returned fully.

ShadWvr: oh... It will... If you want it, that is.

ShadWvr: Tell me, Darael... do you?

OnlineHost: Death DN has entered the room.

DaraeIRene: Yes, I want it, Shadow Weaver!

Death DN: ~Appears as a dark mist~

ShadWvr: ::Morgan slips into the confines of a shadow to avoid sight::

Ele Alexis: ::She plopped bitterly aginst that same wall, and just ...

listened, angelic visage

Death DN: ~which coalesces~

Death DN: ~into a six-foot robed form~

Ele Alexis: twisted into a horrid expession of rage::

Death DN: ::It is no use.. Dee-en senses another presence other than the

children::

ShadWvr: then accept what I give you. Open this book... ::Morgans

precious tome slides across the

ShadWvr: floor to the boy::

ShadWvr: ::However, he cannot see the presence... though it is there.

DaraeIRene: . . .

DaraeIRene: ::he bends and takes the book in his hands, not opening it yet.

he smiles, running his

DaraeIRene: fingers over the cover. it will be his someday. Slowly, he

hooks his small fingers over the

Death DN: ::He moves to the shadows opposite this man, he just wants

to...watch::

DaraeIRene: front and opens it::

ShadWvr: read the first page... That is all you need. They will talk to

you after that.

Ele Alexis: ::She, dosen't want to watch ... she faced the other way, head

dipped downward, instead, she

Ele Alexis: listened::

Ele Alexis: ::a murmured curse dripps from her lips in a choked whisper --

But that's it, Silent again::

DaraeIRene: bk

ShadWvr: ::As he opens the 'leather' bound tome, a blue light floods his

vision::

DaraeIRene: ::he touches the page softly as any man would a lover, his eyes

narrowing to the blue light

DaraeIRene: he sees and he does as he's told. reading from this book is easy

now::

ShadWvr: ::The sounds of THEIR voices fills his ears, divulging the secrets

he so wishes tohim::

DaraeIRene: ::as he finishes the page, he concentrates on the voices, a

smile spilling over his features

ShadWvr: ::Sheer force of magic seeps slowly up his arms::

DaraeIRene: as he finds them rather...enjoyable::

DaraeIRene: ::his eyes open wide at the magic. it is more than he has ever

felt before!::

ShadWvr: ::Magics that he has yet to even hear of are spoken of to him::

ShadWvr: ::Their milk curdling whispers drip into his young ears, granting

him all the tricks of the

ShadWvr: trade... warping his ways to fit the methods this dark art needs::

DaraeIRene: ::the book is held close to his chest, white fingers practically

glowing with their hold on

DaraeIRene: it::

Death DN: ::He watches with a keen eye, sensing the voices but not really

hearing them::

ShadWvr: now... slide it back from whence it came.

ShadWvr: You must begin your own tome...

DaraeIRene: ::he likes this one fine thank you! it's so so so so hard to put

it down and even harder to

DaraeIRene: push it away::

ShadWvr: ::The familiar voice of the teacher echos so that his location is

hard to fathom::

ShadWvr: ::A book similar in appearance melts fromt he floor at his feet::

ShadWvr: ::No name or runes or special cover adorn it::

Ele Alexis: ::Yeah Yeah, Let her get ahold of Mr. Shadow man..::

DaraeIRene: this book Shadow Weaver?

DaraeIRene: ::he takes it up::

ShadWvr: aye... that book... begin with that one. You will go through

many, boy.

Ele Alexis: ::The thoughts flood, she could hear the lovely *thunk* of his

head meeting the floor...

ShadWvr: ::Icy fingers nibble at the edge of her mind, seeking entrance::

Ele Alexis: the *slurp* of daggers being pulled in and out of his flesh...

ee! damn things! go away!::

DaraeIRene: Ele!

DaraeIRene: ::his eyes, electric, fall upon her, his scowl so fierce::

ShadWvr: ::She can also hear the *crack* as her skull would be split and

drained of gray knowledge if

Death DN: ::It is as if he isn't even there, he is so quiet::

ShadWvr: she should ever attempt to do so.::

Ele Alexis: ::She dosen't even answer, he's met with his own glare... Blah::

ShadWvr: ::The caress leaves her, leaving only that grisly reminder::

DaraeIRene: ::he shakes his head, the spiderweb of shadow stuff in his mind

a bit too thick to see

DaraeIRene: through::

DaraeIRene: I will fill it...... ::his voice is almost a snake's hiss::

ShadWvr: ::He steps from the shadows, still hard to focus on, however::

There, my pupil. You have

ShadWvr: the means... nw, you must apply it.

Ele Alexis: ::Oh, But You see, that dosen't matter, Mr.Shadow man better

keep the girl far away -- very

Ele Alexis: far away::

DaraeIRene: I will apply it, Teacher, I have spells already that I can

scribe here.

ShadWvr: Discard them...

DaraeIRene: . . .

DaraeIRene: But they're good!

ShadWvr: Any you know which work directly with posative energy are

forbidden.

DaraeIRene: None of them are, I swear it!

ShadWvr: you must rely on necromancy, shadows... alteration...

summonings... enchantments.

ShadWvr: Those are your tools. Never employ a simple fireball when you

can collapse the ground

DaraeIRene: ::he frowns, almost sulkingly:: yes, Shadow Weaver.

ShadWvr: beneath your foe just as well, or summon shadow stuff to kill him

for you.

Death DN: ::He doesn't really like this man very much::

DaraeIRene: ::he crosses his arms over the book, his eyes lowering to the

ground full of spite and

Ele Alexis: ::Gee, Dee-en ain't the only one, Maybe they should commit some

hate crimes!::

DaraeIRene: malice::

ShadWvr: Do you understand? It is all about subtlety. Any IDIOT can

throw out magic.

DaraeIRene: I understand it is tact, Shadow Weaver.

ShadWvr: It takes a real man, and a real wizard to use his skills wisely

and descretely.

ShadWvr: Tact is just the begining.

Ele Alexis: ::--Burning Telletubbie dolls tossed into his chambers...::

DaraeIRene: ::he looks up through a massed spider web of sable coal::

ShadWvr: Tell me child. Do you feel fear any longer?

DaraeIRene: . . .

DaraeIRene: Not here, Shadow weaver. Not with you or those here gathered.

ShadWvr: ::He draws his sword and in a flash it is inches from his face::

ShadWvr: ::The black blade, sharp beyond words lingers over his nose::

ShadWvr: Do you have fear?

Death DN: ::He senses this disturbance, and he grins beneath the hood of his

robe::

Ele Alexis: ::Rip his toes and fingers off -- and feed them to her kitten::

DaraeIRene: ::oh, he might have flinched the tinest bit:: I am my Teachers

property if he decides to

Death DN: ::He is probably interfering with the lesson::

ShadWvr: ::This man is obviously stronger than he appears, for the heavy

weapon is held in one hand::

DaraeIRene: wound me, so be it, I have no fear of it.

Ele Alexis: . . .

DaraeIRene: If he decides to kill me.....so be it.

ShadWvr: ::The blade is sheathed:: Good. You grow stronger. Your will

is thick with the stuff.

Death DN: ::If he decides to kill Darael, he won't live much longer::

DaraeIRene: ::he beams, leaning back:: Thank you, Shadow Weaver!

Ele Alexis: ::--Turning Brother Dear into some sort of ... Zombie Now?::

ShadWvr: Some day... you will kill me and my tome will be yours. Until

that day, you will learn

ShadWvr: what you must to take it.

ShadWvr: I will lead you to a certain point and guide you down the proper

path.

DaraeIRene: I will learn quickly and be rid of you, then.

ShadWvr: ther will be a time, however, when I will begin to protect my

own interests and you will

ShadWvr: graduate.

Ele Alexis: ::Yay! ... Will be there with Pom-Poms when Darael knocks the

old geezer off::

ShadWvr: ::A thin smile. The boy has spunk, you gotta hand it to him::

ShadWvr: Not too quickly, student. You have much to learn. It will take

years for you to gain

ShadWvr: THAT power.

DaraeIRene: I have many years ahead of me.

ShadWvr: ::Morgan sits himself down on a chair of bone which was not there a

moment ago::

Ele Alexis: ::Argh -- She was feeling rather ill, the click of rubber heels

makes a almost soothing, yet

ShadWvr: there will also come a time when, if you assault me and are not

man enough to finish me,

Ele Alexis: eerie sound over the floors as she makes her retreat::

ShadWvr: I will finish you. Those are the rules of the game.

Death DN: ::He watches Ele leave::

DaraeIRene: ::he too sits after his teacher has, on the floor with him

though:: I must make sure I am

Ele Alexis: ...::--Tired, beyond the boiling point of mad, she wanted blood

now, and, she was out of

DaraeIRene: ready, then.

Ele Alexis: there before she got it::

OnlineHost: Ele Alexis has left the room.

ShadWvr: More than sure. YOu must be five times more powerful than I.

If not, my wiles will beat

ShadWvr: you, regardless of your tricks of magic.

ShadWvr: Until that day, we are teacher and student. Comrades.

DaraeIRene: Comrades, Shadow Weaver? ::his brows furrow::

ShadWvr: There will be no more beatings, no more fear and no more tests

beyond what is

ShadWvr: nesecary.

DaraeIRene: ::hmn.... His fingers curl around the rune on his chest and he

nods::

ShadWvr: Comrades, aye. You must learn... therfore, you must grow close.

ShadWvr: Those too are the rules.

ShadWvr: Do you agree to these terms?

ShadWvr: ::His gloved hands folded over his lap in patience::

DaraeIRene: . . . :;one eye closes:: I agree, Shadow Weaver.

DaraeIRene: ::his small fingers curl around an odd black and crimson chain

around his neck. it hums, a

ShadWvr: Good. Now, you have agreed... It is time to show you what may

happen to you if you

DaraeIRene: magical sheen running its length. at least, to those with

magical ears and eyes::

ShadWvr: exercise the wrong magics. You have seen my hand... remember?

DaraeIRene: Yes, i remember.

ShadWvr: ::The glove is removed, exposing the gaunt, near skeletal digits::'

ShadWvr: ::He stands and disrobes, turning his back to the boy::

ShadWvr: ::Boney spurs sprout from his pale back::

DaraeIRene: . . . ::he frowns slowly rising to his feet::

ShadWvr: ::Morgan turns back around:: that is only a little of it.

ShadWvr: Do NOT anger me, or you will see the others.

ShadWvr: Perhaps you have the same stuff within you that I do. If so,

you will no doubt have

ShadWvr: close problems should you abuse your vilest powers.

ShadWvr: ::He shrugs back into his robes::

DaraeIRene: . . . ::he lowers his eyes, his mouth twisting a bit and then

curling in disgust and he

DaraeIRene: nods again::

ShadWvr: ::Nodding:: Horrid, is it not?

DaraeIRene: yes, it is.

ShadWvr: Be wise to avoid using the darkest of your magics. Try to get

by with the subtle things.

DaraeIRene: As little as possible, Shadow Weaver?

ShadWvr: You see, once I was as you are... wanting to kill outright. I

learn my lessons hard.

DaraeIRene: I will learn from yours, then.

Death DN: ::He supresses a laugh, he used to do the same thing::

ShadWvr: Do so and be wise. We are much the same, you and I... except...

I had no master to tutor

ShadWvr: me. My learning came in difficult, slow waves. You will be

blessed with a guide through

Death DN: ::He would burn people to a charred skeleton and waste so much

power::

DaraeIRene: ::he sets his blank tome down on the ground::

ShadWvr: your troubles... And, there WILL be troubles.

Death DN: ::tsk, tsk, tsk :::

DaraeIRene: if there wre no troubles, anyone could learn magic.

ShadWvr: This is so. You are wise to pick up on that.

ShadWvr: Do not let it get to your head, however.

DaraeIRene: Of course not, Shadow Weaver. ::never! not Darael Rene!::

ShadWvr: ::He doesn't care, so long as it is in private::

ShadWvr: ........ I grow weary. Raising the dead is difficult work and I

have been at it all day.

DaraeIRene: you shouldn't waste so much power, Shadow Weaver.

ShadWvr: There are some fifty corpses in my tomb... An army amasses. It is

a needed thing.

DaraeIRene: ::he nods then slowly, blinking a few times again:: is this the

end of my third lesson,

DaraeIRene: then?

ShadWvr: Some day you will hunger for the same power i do. And, yes, I

belive it may be.

ShadWvr: one question though... how old are you?

DaraeIRene: ::he nods again, not going to put up a fight. not with this man.

never with this man::

DaraeIRene: I am eight, Shadow Weaver.

ShadWvr: Do you wish more years? A stronger body comes in handy.

DaraeIRene: . . .

DaraeIRene: I have no care either way but I think my father did wish to

watch me grow up.

Death DN: ::He hopes Darael says no::

DaraeIRene: And..... ::he shifts, uncomfortable:: If I was aged, I would

loose years of experience and

DaraeIRene: natural wisdome gained.

Death DN: ::He wonders if Darael even remembers he's here::

ShadWvr: True... ::A sigh:: Well... then, I will stop from that.

ShadWvr: Now, get yourself home and copy your spells. Then, get to

sleep... you will need your

ShadWvr: rest.

DaraeIRene: ::he isn't /exactly/ sure what his teacher wanted to do but he

only nods. and I begin to

DaraeIRene: wonder if he notices Dee-en myself::

DaraeIRene: As you wish, Shadow Weaver...

ShadWvr: ::He turns to leave:: Oh... and.... beware your dreams this eve.

DaraeIRene: . . . :;again, no questions. he will see tonight:: yes, Shadow

Weaver.

ShadWvr: ::Morgan closes his rippling, sentient cloak around his frame and

begins to exit::

ShadWvr: Are there any more questions you have for me?

DaraeIRene: :;another small smile and then--:: none, Shadow Weaver.

Death DN: ::He wonders if Darael know how to get to his cottage::

ShadWvr: Good... darkest eve, Darael. ::And, with that, Morgan slips

into the shadows and is gone::