"Figured out a solution to our problem yet?" This was something I had to deal with Morley saying to me, every minute or so, there are a lot of minutes in a day, and thus my first full day with the man was grating on my nerves.
"Stop being a dick yet?"
"No?" His answer seemed to imply he himself didn't think he was a dick. I had evidence that pointed obviously to the contrary.
"Well then you have your answer." We had been sitting in Morley's cave going over "options" for getting into Dunlok. The saddest one of course was dressing me up as a woman and hoping no one notices the difference (I make an ugly woman, don't ask, ok I don't know if I'll even include that story, its embarrasing on a lot of levels).
"I really don't see why you won't help me fix my mess because of your mess." He immediately stopped talking, I caught on that he had said something about his mess, which was counter to the "You screwed everything up Lorentino" stance he had taken earlier.
"Wait your mess? What exactly is in these journals that would be dangerous for a bunch of none magical necromancers to find anyway Morley? What exactly aren't you telling me?" Aside from a lot of horrible horrible things, you know never invite Morley to share personal story time.
He sighed, paced around his cave and then with a look that could have actually been sincerity laid it out for me, "Ok this whole thing is actually my fault, I figured you were going to die in your stupid cave and out of I don't know if it was desperation, or wanting to share, or whatever I helped another younger magical user into our order."
"Well that was a brilliant decision." Morley looked at me with a look of ice and death and I resolved living is better than dying because I had to get a word in.
"Silence I'm explaining. Anyway my apprentice was named Aloitious and shut up I see your look. I trained him in our art, and helped him get in with the previous emperor of Ronerawth, the one before the naked jack ass currently occupying the thrown."
"Because you wanted to influence things directly."
"Can you blame me? I saw their effective fighting force already, having access to that could do wonders, well would have done wonders, but now you see I'm in a damn cave and my apprentice is secretly running things in Ronerawth." For the record thats two things secretly running things in Ronerawth for those playing at home. Though this explained how the creature under the city knew about Disciples of Death.
"And so thats how the Rojove found me, it wasn't Malcyr's journal, it was you, like I figured, it's always you Morley!" I was angry, he tried to blame me and now he comes straight with me that this is all his fault to begin with!
"Look lets not think of who's to blame, lets think of it as in 'We need to figure out a solution before he finds us to steal our powers'" As if on cue a loud explosion echoed in the cavern. Morley and I rushed out of his cave and saw a large amount of soldiers waiting for us.
"So you have that solution ready Morley? Because I think we have the problem its meant to address." And so two lone necromancers (lone as in by themselves, clearly we had each other), stood against a small army. And tomorrow you shall see how they fared! (Here's a hint as I said still alive).
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