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Althior rolls his eyes. "Love will make you weak, Arthur, just as it did me. Loving this Elf will only end up getting the both of you killed. Are you prepared to let that happen?"

Althior lets out a roar of laughter, "Love? You honestly think she loves you? I thought the same thing! Then she pushed me out into the street, alone, and before I could apologize, poof! She's off with another guy, you in fact. She cares nothing for our feelings, she wants to feel 'love'. If she wants to put herself down with the scum and dirt of the city as a harlot, let her be. It's where she belongs."

"Guilt? You have no guilt to overcome. You delved into the dark side of magic, as have I. Hell, the worst thing you've done is go off with that broad of an elf I once knew!" Althior laughed at his cleverness, but it was clear he was the only one who found it amusing. "Anyways, even if you had guilt to overcome, is this honestly the way to do it? You're still a trained Sorcerer, using trickery to outsmart your enemies, if you found yourself truly guilty you'd have abandoned that path and chosen one of the light. You're not trying to overcome guilt, you're trying to show yourself that you are a good man, which you're not. Hell, nobody here is! I've killed people, you've killed people. Even at Bric'bay, did we fight on the right side? We slaughtered Elves left and right, and for what? Gold? Fame?" Althior realized he was starting to yell and attract attention, "We don't have the leisure of being good men in this business, Arthur. All we do is murder peoples children and parents. The watch is no better than us. They're so incompetent, they always resort to us and are unable to handle affairs of their own. More death, more bad men, scarred children, you name it." Althior also realizes he's rambling at this moment, and stops before he can go further. "You should have no guilt with you, Regulus. I have done much worse things with my life, and I have no guilt."

Althior is taken aback. Arthur? Falling so low as a Town Watch Private? He shakes himself back into reality. "Not even a hello? My, how people do change..." He watches Arthur speak with Alexis and chuckles to himself. Althior stops for a minute, and realizes that he feels no pain. Was this an after effect of his demise? No, it was simply because he had changed. He turned back to Arthur, "So what's all, this, Regulus?"

Althior walks back into the hall, seeming to have recollected himself after the prior days "fiasco". He sits at the bar and looks around. His eyes catch the red uniform of the Town Watch. He spits across the bar, just missing the back of Arthur's head. He speaks up. "We don't serve your kind here, boy. I'd suggest leaving before you have a riot on your hands," "I have a bad feeling about this..."

By the way, was it ever decide if the Robe of the Elven Necromancer was suitable for Necromancer's? I think it was decided it wouldn't, but I just want to make sure.

"Oh, but hasn't Finnegan told you everything? I died, I came back, that's all you need to know. But if you insist..." "I was out of it last night, unable to defend myself, and I went into the hovels on my way to the hall. It was there where I was beaten, tortured, and eventually killed. The dumped my body into the sewers where it must have stayed for hours. I was covered in waste from head to toe. I woke up this morning on the shore on the other side of Eubric. No idea who did it, but I know I was dead. I know that I was brought back for a reason. To share the gift of rebirth," Althior drifted off, staring into the distance. He stood up without a word, and left the bar.

Althior chuckled. "You've changed since we last met, Haldor, so why don't you explain that to me? People change over time. It's a natural way of life. Do you think Sorrow here was always like this? You tell me what's changed you, and I shall return the favor," He sat back down, "Your move now..."

Althior turned his head towards Haldor and faked a smile. "Haldor, my friend! It is a pleasure as always," He offers his white gloved hand, giving Finnegan a death look in the process. He heard Sorrow's words. "I have no reason to wish that tale upon me. Love is such a... disgusting emotion,"

Hey, this is the only way to make up for the four months of RP I didn't do.

"I guess you were too naive to realize love is overrated, just as I once was," "Well I'm not going up to him, so if you want to know that your friend and my master is still alive, it's up to you,"

"It's possible, but then again, I still look like I'm a human, so maybe I'm different," He smiled cockily. He knew he would never end up like Sorrow. Or would he?

"No light to shed, that's all I know," Truth be told, he knew so much more, but he would not be telling anyone anytime soon.

"Well, I have that to look forward to then," He laughs, not worrying at all. "Why don't you just go and ask him yourself?"

"Well, what were you before you were," He gestured to all of Sorrow, "this?"

"Do I look like I got eaten by a wildebeest?" Finnegan screams like a little girl. "I don't know! I don't know! Don't kill meeeee!!!"

Althior chuckles. "Most Necromancers bring back anyone they can, just to show how 'powerful' they really are. Sure, they bring back a soul worthwhile every once in a while, but they bring back those who don't deserve a second chance most of the time. I've made a vow to only bring back those who deserve a second chance." He sighs, "I died last night, and for some reason I was born into a new life. For some reason I was meant to be brought back. The duty of the Necromancer has fallen to me," "Well, Althior died last night, and is somehow here. He's also acting really odd, I haven't spoken for about three months, and I still have no she-aura!"

"I have no time for jokes, Sorrow," He turns away, "But I have no need to see another Necromancer. They are all vile, cruel, and utter imbeciles. I am not them, thus I have no reason to seek them," He sips his drink and slams back onto the counter, "You should know what I mean better than anyone," Finnegan wanders towards Haldor, "Help me..."

Althior looks down from the bar and recognizes the assassin. He makes no change in his mood or tone of voice, but still speaks. "Greetings, Sorrow, It has indeed been a long time. I can't even recall the last time we met," His discomfort with the creature goes away, for he realizes the life of the Necromancer will be highly involved with this species.

Althior walk up to the bar, taking no notice of anybody. He sees the members of his field party, along with Alexis, Haldor, and others. He makes no attempt to speak with them, as he knows now that the life of the dead is an isolated life. He sits at the bar and orders a drink, pondering his next action.

Althior walks back into the hall and goes straight towards the training room. He squeezes past a Yeti as he walks in, and makes his way to the Copper Fox. "Copper Fox, I wish to train in the ways of the Necromancer" Copper Fox examines Althior for a moment before speaking "You do seem Physically ready for this task, but are you sure you want to delve into this dark magic? Few can truly learn how to master it," "I have been to the other side and back, I am ready." "Very well, but be careful of how you handle your new found powers, Necromancer..." Althior Emorith (And Finnegan) 33 years old male human Level: 30.25 Necromancer *Earns triple XP* Power: 40 (45 for spells) Health: 40/40 Ether: 41/41 Gold: 390 Equipment: Twin Sai Blades (WP:10, Dual Strike), Spellbound Gloves (+5 power when casting Spells, doubled if target is weak to Element), Pointy Hat (+2 maximum ether), Medal of Glory (Wearer earns triple experience) Inventory: Dragoro (WP 8), Skeleton Decoy, Potion x6, Tonic x9, Grand Tonic, Ether Core x4, Venom x4, Shovel, Bedroll, Remedy x7, Lightning Bomb x3, Mead, Smelling Salts, Amulet of Elven Horse Rider (Accessory), Diamond (Light), Robe of the Elven Necromancer (SP 4), Topaz (Lightning), Amethyst (Darkness), Ruby (Fire), Sapphire (Wind), Garnet (Earth), Opal (Ice), Aquamarine (Water), Emerald (Wood), Grand Potion x4, Venom, Skull Shield (SP: 6, immune to darkness elemental damage), Fire Bomb, Bone x3, Water Bomb x5, Smoke Bomb, Elixirs x3, Phoenix Essence x2, Phoenix Incense x2, Dragon Scales x2

Althior exchanges his GP for a Medal of Glory, 2 Phoenix Incenses, and three level up mushrooms.He then takes the three level up mushrooms. Althior Emorith (And Finnegan) Althior Emorith (And Finnegan) 33 years old male human Level: 30.25 Sage *Earns triple XP* Power: 40 (45 for spells) Defense: 4 Health: 41/41 Ether: 38/38 Gold: 225 Equipment: Twin Sai Blades (WP:10, Dual Strike), Spellbound Gloves (+5 power when casting Spells, doubled if target is weak to Element), Robe of the Elven Necromancer (SP 4), Pointy Hat (+2 maximum ether), Medal of Glory (Wearer earns triple XP) Inventory: Dragoro (WP 8), Skeleton Decoy, Potion x6, Tonic x9, Grand Tonic, Ether Core x4, Venom x4, Shovel, Bedroll, Remedy x7, Lightning Bomb x3, Mead, Smelling Salts, Amulet of Elven Horse Rider (Accessory), Diamond (Light), Topaz (Lightning), Amethyst (Darkness), Ruby (Fire), Sapphire (Wind), Garnet (Earth), Opal (Ice), Aquamarine (Water), Emerald (Wood), Grand Potion x4, Venom, Skull Shield (SP: 6, immune to darkness elemental damage), Fire Bomb, Bone x3, Water Bomb x5, Smoke Bomb, Black Pearl, Elixirs x3, Golden Fleece, Phoenix Essence x2, Phoenix Incense x2, Dragon Scales x2

Althior does nothing.

Althior uses fire on Silent Lamb D from the back row.

Althior repeats his action.