WELCOME

[Daguerre]

He walked to the closest wall and leaned against it with his left leg over the right and his arms crossed over his chest. There was interest in his eyes again as he watched her strange method to making arrows. He had never seen anything like that before, nor would he have ever thought he would. His attention was quickly taken off her arrows as she began speaking to him. It made his eyes flicker over to her with a gleam. "I'm sure I can find a way to make some time for you."

[Ashanaria Oricia]

Aria smiles warmly at Daguerre as she stands humming to her self a hypnotic tune that seems to sound tempting to Daguerre's ears for Aria had threaded her magic into it without really meaning to. Daguerre's bow comes flying across the room to Aria where she grabs it from out of mid air. She calmly walks towards the back door taking a look over her shoulder and motioning with her finger towards Daguerre for him to follow.

"Are you really that busy...why not just give her some money and let her spend a day out shopping for herself."

[Daguerre]

"Because that would be the nice thing to do. I am not a nice person. Besides, I need her to raise this elf. Without being fully prepared for this resurrection, I need to use more blood. If she helps, it can be done a lot quicker, not to mention, safer for me. I'd hate to bleed out. She will carry the sword just in case it comes to the point where we might have to defend ourselves." Before following Ashanaria, Daguerre got off the wall and walked towards the room that Loralie waited in. "Bring both my dagger and my sword to the other side of the cottage, dear." She nodded her head then left through the front door. Daguerre turned and then started towards where Ashanaria stood. "And another thing, this world is filled with people like me. She is not safe out there, alone." He grinned slyly to the drow before stopping beside her.

[Ashanaria Oricia]

"People like you...are you trying to make a statement?"

Aria lies her arrows head up against her leg as she lifts the first one and notching it to the string of Daguerre's bow. She pulls the arrow back till the feather touches her ear before twisting the arrow and string so that the string wraps around the shaft. She lets her breath out while releasing her hold of the arrow and the string causing the arrow to fly from the bow and to the right into the darkness of the woods. A dull crack can be heard as the arrow strikes a tree trunk out of sight. Aria repeats this process this time making the arrow go out to the left. The two arrows now sunk into the trees make the tree erupt into a crimson light as though they were ablaze. Aria pulls the string back a third time this time twirling the arrow in both direction making it so that the bow string is able to hold the arrows by iteself. Aria steps back from the bow small tendrils of blood still holding it in the air before she releases the shot watching the arrow whip around in the string before twirling off around the trees.

"Hmm lets see...give it a second or so..."

A cry of pain can be heard from within the forest making the tree dim as the power they had held is used to teleport an elven scout before Aria. The elf has the long shaft of Aria's arrow sticking out of his chest and red tendrils starting to turn his veins black from the poison the arrow head is made of.

"Give him a minute and he will be deader than a door nail...."

The elf lies there paralyzed and unable to move because of the poison.

[Daguerre]

Daguerre whistled softly as the elf teleported in front of them. "Impressive marksmenship you have there." He smirked over to her then turned his attention back to the elf. Loralie finally made her way to the back of the cottage and seemed startled to see the elf on the ground. The belt that carried the sheathed sword was around her hips while the strap that carried the quiver was hanging from her shoulder. In her hand was the ceremonial dagger that Daguerre used for his necromancy. Daguerre turned when he heard her and met her half-way to take the dagger from her.

"Is...he dead?"

"Not yet. But he will be soon~." He spoke with a cheery tone that made Loralie frown.

[Ashanaria Oricia]

Aria looks from Daguerre to Loralie calmly.

"If you wish i can kill him now...though I can't say it will be any less unsettling..."

Aria takes a seat to watch Daguerre work as the ground around the cottage begins to shift as hundreds of cloaked figures rise from the dirt to stand shifting about making sure no one could get near Daguerre the two girls.

[Daguerre]

"He's quite fine--"

"Please do? He's suffering. I can't stand to watch someone suffer like this." Loralie frowned at Daguerre then gave a more calm look to Ashanaria. The necromancer seemed a bit disappointed then sighed.

"Fine. We'll get done faster, I guess..."

[Ashanaria Oricia]

Aria nods rising from her spot going over to the elf and sitting on top of him stradling his hips. She leans down and places a kiss on his lips not even afraid of slipping the poor fellow some tongue as his blood rushes up and into her mouth hot and sweet with magic. The outward appearance of this is that the elf is getting thinner and paler as his blood is being sucked out of him to go into her. After a couple minutes she releases the elf and stands up. The elf lies there drained and dead.

"There I can always put the blood back afterwards."

[Daguerre]

"No need, miladyship." Daguerre probably wouldn't have admitted it, but watching her do that got him a bit excited. He glanced over to Loralie, who still looked troubled. She wanted to say "See Daguerre? That could happen to you", but decided it to be rude to the drow. "The coat, my dear. The coat." Loralie shook her head slightly to rid her mind of her thoughts then nodded and slipped the coat off of her shoulders. She walked over to the elf's body and laid the coat over him, just below where the arrow protruded. Afterwards, she looked back to Daguerre who was looking at his wrist. He'd forgotten about the scars disappearing. A few seconds later, his mind was back on track and he walked over to the body. He kneeled beside it then yanked the arrow from his chest. After giving it a good look over, he set it on the ground then looked to Ashanaria. "Shall I start?"

[Ashanaria Oricia]

Aria nods to Daguerre giving himm affirmation.

"Please do..."

Aria sits watching Daguerre with her legs crossed and her hands in her lap. While watching she runs her tongue over her lips licking up a drop that had escaped them earlier.

[Daguerre]

A dark smile crept up on Daguerre's lips as he watched the drow for a moment. Once he got his fill, rather...When Loralie cleared her throat loudly, the necromancer looked back to the elf while he undid the bandage around his other wrist. Afterward, he placed it in his lap then pulled out his dagger. "You see, my dear Ashanaria, there doesn't have to be any tricks or chants to raise a body when you're me. I have gotten to the point to where my power does all that I need it to do. Just spare some blood, do a little soul searching, then give the command and voila." As he spoke, Daguerre commanded for Loralie to hand him her wrist. With a quick flash of gold and a sudden gasp from the girl, blood poured from her wrist. "Hold you wrist steady over the elf's wound like I've taught you. I don't want any blood on my coat. We'll get that patched up in no time as to not leave a scar, don't you worry." He slit his wrist with no sign of pain, his cut deeper and longer then Loralie's, then held his wrist besides Loralie's. He sat still for a bit, and after a minute or so, he looked to the blonde on the other side of the dead body. Daguerre set the dagger on the elf's body then reached into pocket to pull out the bandage he had taken off earlier inside the cottage. Swiftly, he wrapped the bandage around Loralie's wrist, making the fabric red with both of their blood. Once it was wrapped tight and tied to keep from unraveling, Daguerre picked the dagger back up. Without being told to do so, Loralie stood and made her way behind Daguerre and sat behind him. She knew that he'd pass out in a bit and needed to hold him up. Once his eyes closed and his body slumped, Loralie used her body to keep him sitting upright and extended her arm to grab onto his to keep it over the wound in the elf's chest. She sighed softly then glanced over to Ashanaria.

"Just give him a bit...He's looking for the soul."

[Ashanaria Oricia]

Aria watches as if obsessed her gaze not once leaving Daguerre and Loralie's slit wrists. The blood coming from them was practically singing to her. Such a strong sensation that she could see, smell, and even almost taste their blood. Its at this point where Aria realizes her mouth is open slightly and that she probably looks like a starved animal. She stirs in her seat reigning herself back ingto control.

"Patience is a virtue..."

Aria smirks deciding to keep an eye on Daguerre's heart. She sits there watching his heart beat pushing the blood through his body and out his wrist. Suddenly Aria lets loose a mournful sound that seems to pull at the very fabric of the souls near her. The effect of this sound is that for a moment just a split moment it feels as if everyone had slipped into a comatose state before almost instantly coming out of it. When the effect wears off Aria can be seen with her arm outstretched holding something unseen to the naked eye but quite clearly seen by someone who can see souls. Aria stands there holding in her grasp the neck of an astral projection of a young female elf. If looks could kill then the soul would have shriveled up and died in her grasp.

"You know you don't belong here begone from this place."

Aria casts her hand to the side sweeping away the soul of the young elf sending it back to its owner.

[Daguerre]

After coming to, Loralie quickly looked back to Ashanaria with a strange look over her face. She raised a brow at the sight of her holding something invisible then slowly brought her attention back to Daguerre. She felt unsure about her and was glad that Daguerre would feel weak after this whole thing so that they could go home. Shortly after Ashanaria cast away the soul, Daguerre stirred then sat straight, a bit of a dazed look over his face. Loralie let go of him and reached around to pull the bandage from his lap so she could wrap his wrist when he finished. The necromancer lifted the ceremonial dagger after letting his other hand retreat back to his side then stabbed the elf through the heart. "Respire!" The blood that stained the elf's body slowly began to withdraw and enter the wound that was caused by Daguerre, leaving no trace that it was even there. Once all the blood, including his and Loralie's, was in the body, Daguerre yanked the dagger out of the elf's chest as if it were heavy, leaving no scars, no scabs...Nothing. The elf gasped for air while it's chest raised suddenly. Daguerre pulled his coat off of the elf then reached into a pocket, pulling out a handkerchief. He wrapped his dagger in it, shoved it back in the coat pocket, then held his wrist out for Loralie to bandage. As he spoke, he looked over to Ashanaria with a dull look. "Do as you will with the elf now. I am finished."

[Ashanaria Oricia]

Aria looks at the elf for a minute taking in the sight of him before standing.

"You will go and take word to your people that your soul is ours. We have slain and risen you from the dead and if you don't believe me then you will experience pain beyond your years that your people have never felt or heard of. Now Off with you."