It was morning and Ealia waited in front of the office of the mayor of Saphiria. The nervous sorceror opened the door and let Ealia in. "I have called you here, because the magistrate is sending another inspector to check out if everything is alright." The mayor said. Then Ealia replied: "If the inspector wants to see an execution or a defacing, call me. I will then execute the inspector publically to keep the spirits of the citizens high. If you dare to say anything about being controlled by me, I will eat you and replace you with one of my loyal followers. The citizens shall live freely and everyone should be able to afford to go to the Arcane University or to a private magic academy." One of her pointy metallic fingers brushed the mayors face softly. Then she disappeared.
Soon afterwards, the inspector entered the office. "Good morning, mayor." The inspector said but then noticed the sweat run down the mayors forehead. "Is something wrong?" "Please I want to resign before I get killed!" The mayor said. The inspector looked surprised and said: "Who wants to kill you? If someone wants to kill you then let the law enforcement take care of it." "B..but the person is too powerful and has both the local law enforcers and the citizens on her side. You know the councilman who we said had died of age? He didnt die of age. His soul way eaten by that person. Just go back to the capital and tell the magistrate that everything is fine." The mayor said. But then the inspector replied: "If I cant beat her then I will go back and tell that everything is fine but who should be your successor?" "How about Lady Ealia Arbonette or maybe she might know someone." The mayor said. The door then opened. Ealia stood there with her arms crossed: "I was here the whole time and heard a bird chirping." The mayor then gulped and said: "If you want to fight the person, then there she is and she is my nominee for the next mayor." The inspector felt Ealias power and noticed her horns and red eyes: "A demon? I think I will pass. I will just tell the council that everything is fine and hope never to come here again." "If you tell them anything else than that everything is okay here then I will hunt you down and eat you myself." Ealia said. She saw that the inspector was afraid and would lie to his superiors just to save his own life. The inspector nodded and left. "You!" Ealia said and pointed at the mayor who the jumped back. "Will stay mayor from now on. As long as you are loyal to me and govern the citizens in a good way, I wont eat you, I wont be so mean to you anymore and maybe you will get some benefits from time to time. Cya." Ealia then left and showed up down the road at her small school.

Jessica was walking through the center of Saphiria. It was full of bustle. There were children playing by the fountain in the center and all around, people were selling their fresh goods. The customers were all around happy to see the fresh product as well, except for a select few women who were beckoning to their children to stop playing around the fountain. Of course one didn't listen and one of them fell into the water. The child was dragged out of the water and the woman began to yell at the child as she presumably walked home. Jessica just chuckled a little and moved on.
She continued past an Inn and a few bars along the way. The last place she passed before sitting down was the Magic school, which the Necromancer Ealia Arbonette taught. It just so happened that she was walking into the school when Jessica had sat down. It looked like she had just came from the town hall, which was where Jessica was going. Jessica gave Ealia a friendly smile as she walked by and then she began to take out some food. She had a fresh bun from a small market on the other side of town. It wasn't much of a meal, but it would do for the time being. As she sat there eating the bun, she began to think about the magistrate and what they had done to her and her family. She had a few sources from the magistrate themselves that her family was killed by the magistrate. She had heard about how they had taken her from the orphanage she had lived at when she was young and then used as a weapon until she had failed the hit she was set out to do.
Because of all of that she wanted to send a message out to the magistrate. She had herd that the inspector from the magistrate was coming to town today. She was going to kill the inspector and the mayor. When new inspectors from the magistrate would come in to see why the other inspector hadn’t come to report, they would understand that she wasn't going to take the oppression any more and maybe for a little bit of revenge.
Jessica finished her bun and started to walk down towards townhall.

Vanya walked down the road that lead to Saphiria, Vanya pulled up her hood because the sun was bothering her. She looked down the road and saw two children sitting on the side of the road. When she got closer to them one of the children ran up to her and said “ excuse me can you spare some change?” the child had a sad look on his face, dirt covered his close and parts of his face. Vanya lifted the boy’s chin up so she could look him in the eyes, she was reading his mind. She smiled and then said “get your hand off my bag!” she turned to see the second child holding her bag of money, the second child was also a boy, he smiled at Vanya and then tried to run. Vanya sighed and appeared in front of the boy. She grabbed him by his tattered shirt and lifted him up. The boy spat at her and yelled “ let me go you witch!” Vanya wiped her face and then said to the boy “I was thinking about giving you some money and letting you live, but now I think I want to kill you.”

The boy looked surprised, he didn’t expect her to want to kill him. The boy tried to shake free from her grip as he said “I’m sorry.” the first boy ran up to Vanya and said “ please, don’t kill him he is the only family I have.” Vanya looked at the two boys, she then loosed her grip on the boy’s shirt and he fell to the ground. She held out her hand and the boy gave her the bag of money back. Vanya then began to walk away, but she then felt a tug on her robe, she quickly turned around and saw the older looking boy holding onto her robe . He looked up at her and said “please, teach us about magic. It could help us survive out here.” Vanya pulled her robe away from the boy and looked him in the eyes, she then said to him “my magic is not for those who are weak, I only take on students who will not quit when it gets to hard.” The boy looked at her, his eyes filled with determination. He then said to her “I will not quit, I will not let my brother die out here.” Vanya smiled she liked the look in the boy’s eyes she could tell he would do whatever he need to for his younger brother. Vanya pointed to the younger boy and motioned with her finger for him to approach her. The boy did and she waved her hand over the boy’s face and he then fell forward, Vanya caught the boy and threw him over her shoulder. The older boy looked at her and yelled “ what did you do to him?!” Vanya stared at the boy, her eyes showing her anger. She then said to him “never ask what I’m doing, I know what’s best. I just put your brother to sleep because he would just slow us down.”

Vanya then continued walking toward Saphiria, the boy walked beside her and said “so what is your name?” Vanya sighed and said “it is impolite to ask someone their name without giving yours.” The boy nodded and said “I’m Alastair and that’s Edwin.” The boy smiled toward Vanya, who went silent. The boy then asked her “ so what is your name?” Vanya finally said “ my name is Vanya, but you will call me teacher.” The boy nodded and stopped talking. They soon reached Saphiria, Vanya walked into the city add stopped by the inn, she looked at the clerk and said “ I need a room.” the clerk nodded and then after Vanya gave the clerk the money, the clerk handed her a key. Vanya walked up to the room and then opened it. She placed Edwin on one of the beds and she then told Alistair “stay here, I shall be back soon. And make sure you clean yourself up. I would rather not have my student looking so dirty.” Alistair nodded and then Vanya left and went back outside.

Tarren was pissed, really. While there were many people willing to support the rebellion, most citizens were cowards and would not openly join it. The result was a very well funded yet incredibly small rebellion that had to rely on terrorist type actions that, in the end, simply weren't enough. They could blow up buildings and make statements, but Tarren wanted a full out war. He needed men and women with magical ability to fight with him. This wasn't a rebellion to be cut free from the magistrate, this was more like a prolonged coup. The rebels didn't have an exactly government structure planned, considering how far off it they would need one, but the goal in mind now was to remove the magistrate from power and insert one of the rebel leaders as a limited monarch of some sort. To do that, the rebellion would need public support from cities.

And so, as a result, people from the rebellion were sent out to, in a way, advertise. While Tarren's leadership and influence within the rebellion was strong, of late he had become more of a figurehead or representative of the government rather than its official leader. This left him open to go off himself to gain the support of outlying communities. With the rebellion as small as it was, most of their activities took place in the capitol city. This mean that most of the other towns and cities were peaceful, at least from the rebellion. While he often desired to be caught, in order to provoke a fight, he knew it best to hide his identity for the time being. It was a simple spell to make his appearance normal, hiding the metallic scars from where the mask once was, and he used the name Rorren Jaster as opposed to his own. He enjoyed when his duties allowed him to leave the fighting for a while and adventure a bit. The rebellion funded him with plenty of money, more than enough to drink and woo a girl for the night, which was a joy he did not get much of when on active duty.

The road led him to his destination, a town called Saphiria. It seemed peaceful enough, and while it wasn't the largest town it was in no was extremely small, either, and would, should it join the rebellion, be able to offer many men and other resources to the war that would be coming. Of course, there was more to do than just talk to the mayor. He had to scope out the town, see what the people thought of the rebellion. After a quick glance around his eyes landed on a school and, more importantly, a demonic looking beauty standing outside of it. As fine a place to start as any, he chuckled to himself and walked over to her. "A fine day for a rebellion, wouldn't you say Ma'am?"

Ororot stood silently underneath a canopy of trees watching. In the clearing before him was a long forgotten noble graveyard, and in it where seven undead skeletons, held together by dark tendons, shambling about with shovels in their hands. Each one standing in front of a gravestone digging, purposeless without their master to guide them. Fortunately he had poured plenty of magic into each one, giving them an unearthly vigor. They worked with grate speed and had already cleared half the graveyard, having started late last night, and were sure to be finished by midday.

Deciding he could trust his minions to continue on without his watchful gaze he went on to continue with another task at hand… inspecting the treasures he, his minions, had already dug up. Sitting down, his back against a tree, he shuffled through the small pile of valuables. Already he had found several gold and silver pieces of jewelry, necklaces, pendants, earrings, bracelets, some with and without gems, a small verity of other gems, several pouches of pre-modern era coins, and plenty more. Already he had begun to figure out how much he stood to gain from this one trip, and already he was excited. As long as there were more items like these in the graveyard this would be his most profitable trip since he began robbing graves. Sadly though all that was being dug up were a bunch of regular lavish items, with no magical abilities.

“What’s this?” Picking up a rather strange silver necklace with an equally as strange silver spider clutching onto a dark orb. “Obsidian…” He stated with a puzzled look, inspecting the orb further. Touching the orb for a second he could feel the magic within, its power as dark as the obsidian it was trapped in. “I’ll just hang unto you.” Pulling his hood back he took the necklace and slide its silver chain around his head. With a deep breath he reveled in his find as the dark magic in the orb began to invigorate him. “I wonder…”

Standing up from his pile of valuables, he made his way back to the clearing. His minions were still digging, without a single care in the world. Raising his hands outwards, and chanting the words “Vermehrt euch, ihr Untoten und erweckt. Diene mir, euer Herr” Suddenly from two dozen of the graves came shambling skeletons, one by one as their dark tendons formed around their frames, giving them their ability to do what they could, each as willing to work as vigorously as the other. Overwhelmed by the ease in which he had just summoned the skeletons he grabbed hold of the spider clutching the orb and brought it to eye level. “I think I’ll keep you.” He stated as he watched as his thirty-one minions began to make quick work of the remaining graves.

(:D Orion. What you said was "Increase (noun) dead (verb) and ascension obey me, your lord." As a correction I would recommend "Vermehrt euch, ihr Untoten und erweckt. Diene mir, euer Herr." I know whats right because I live in Germany and go to a german trade school.)

Ealia noticed a man talk to her and mention something about a rebellion. "A rebellion you say? I would rather start a coup d'etat so that I could rule the people of Lumia with fairness as a benevolent dictator. Although no one really knows, I already control this town and puppeteer its mayor who is afraid that if he makes the wrong decision or tries to get help from the magistrate, I will eat him." Ealia played around with a red orb so that her hands were visible. "The people here see me as no more than the kind head teacher of the magical school. I just want the people to live free of oppression and know magic so that in case the military shows up, they can easily hold out against them. Though some think I might be behind the change of rules here but do not question my authority since they have no complaints. What brings you here? Looking for allies for your petty rebellion? If so, you need to convince the majority of the nation and school them in magic. Otherwise no one could stand a chance against the government mages."

Jessica was about a minute away from the town hall, so she decided to take the time to go over her plan and check her weapons. She was carrying two daggers and about five throwing knives with her. She checked each blade for strength and how dull they were. It had been a while since she'd had to use them so they were a little dull. One of the throwing knives had even started to rust.
As for the plan itself, it was quite simple. She knew that the mayor and the inspector would probably be talking to each other in the mayor's office. She would simply have to jump up to the window where the mayor's office is, climb in, then take out her targets. All she would have to do after that would be to slip out through the same window and take the back allies home, that way no one would know that she had just come from the mayor's office. The plan was just so elegant in it’s simplicity that Jessica just felt like showing it off to her friends and neighbors, just to show them how smart she really was.
By the time Jessica finished checking over everything, she was at the town hall. From that point, she went strait to work. Jessica focused her magic into her legs. She used the magic to jump up just bellow the the window into the mayor's office. It was a perfect jump that made it look almost as if she were flying. She had very little grip on the crack in the wall that she was holding onto and she wasn't sure how long she could continue holding so she decided to take the risk and grab onto the edge of the window itself. She continued by lifting her head to see if the mayor was actually there. He was, but there were also a lotr of other government officials from the local area. They seemed to be having a meeting and it also looked like the inspector wasn't there as well. This became a problem for Jessica. Maybe the inspector is out to inspect the rest of the town? She asked as she quickly processed a new plan in her brain. Well, I guess I will just kill the mayor. The inspector will defiantly hear about his murder and tell the magistrate.
Jessica decided to open the window just a little bit in order to hear the conversation that was taking place.
"So, I would just like to let you all know that I have officially resigned from my duties as Mayor. The paper work is done and everything."
This was perfect, but also troubling for Jessica. On the one hand, Jessica would be able to place the blame on someone else who might have 'forced' the mayor to resign. On the other hand, she would have to kill him now before word got out about his resignation or else the inspector would have nothing to go to the magistrate with besides the fact that the mayor has resigned.
This was the moment where Jessica was seen by one of the men in the mayor's office. From that time on, time had slowed down. Jessica was radiating with magic now and it all began to focus back into her mussels. Although time itself had slowed to almost a standstill, Jessica was moving at the pace of a regular human. Jessica jumped through the window, shattering the glass witch moved so slowly she could dodge every shard. She then ran through the crowd of people and stabbed the mayor right through the chest. Jessica then ran to the man who was taking a breath in order to tell everyone what he had just seen at the window. She put her hand over her mouth and her knife stuck right towards the man’s jugular. She then let time catch up and then brought it back to it's regular pace and said, "Tell the inspector that the mayor is dead. Tell him to go warn the magistrate about me and then tell him to send their best mages for practice for when I take out the entire magistrate." Jessica then ran back out the window and ran through the ally back home.

Ealia saw the happenings through the open window to the mayors office. She felt indifferent to the mayors assassination. But she didnt like innocent citizens who worked in the town hall to be threatened. The rebel to whom she was talking to didnt seemed to respond to her, so she followed the assassin into an alley. She suddenly appeared in front of the assassin and said: "I watched you killed the mayor. He was an useless puppet anyways. But I cannot tolerate you threatening innocent citizens. I am talking about the one you threatened after killing the mayor. That is really low of you. And if you were looking for the inspector, he already left town knowing that I will be the mayors successor since I was the one who kept the mayor under control and that I am demon who threatened the magistrate if they would try to do anything against me. Thanks to me, the town lives in peace and everyone can learn the arcane arts. What do you have to say?"

Jessica was a little taken a back. Why would anyone ever just tell someone they didn't know all the information she had just herd so openly? "I guess I can start by saying you talk a little too much." The only reason she would say so much is if she intended to kill me afterwards. "I wouldn't call it all that smart for you to do it. Now, I'm sure that after the mayor's death, if the townsfolk just happened to hear that you were manipulating him, they wouldn't take too kindly to you." She said. "So this could go one of two ways. I can continue walking and you will never have to worry about a whole population being against you,” she said. “Or you can try to fight me I get away before you can lay a hit on me and the secret might just slip from my mouth in a random conversation one day." Jessica smiled and started to lean up against the ally wall and said, "So what will it be?"

"Might I suggest a third option?" Tarren said, walking up behind the two. His presence caught them somewhat by surprise. In the time it took him to figure out what he wanted to say, the demon had noticed something from the mayor's office that caused enough alarm for her to take off, so he figured he had to follow. Using a little magic to amplify his speed, Tarren ran towards the mayor's office just in time to catch the last bit of some woman and the demon's conversation. These two were obviously quite powerful, and had a hatred for the magistrate, which were two qualities that the rebellion just loved.

"I can tell you two don't care much for the magistrate. I represent the rebellion, and, well, we could sure as hell use some help." The problem with recruiting powerful magic users was that most of them were either already employed by the magistrate or complete loners, or they just had their own agenda. The demon mentioned something about wanting to be some sort of dictator...sure, he could go along with that. At least for a while. The demon would be powerful, at least as a teacher. And then when the time came they could simply kill her off. Killing a demon wasn't easy, sure, but it was possible. Hell, maybe in time she'd come around. There's no way the rebellion would put a demon in charge, anyway.

"It'd be a simple change of pace. You'd still be able to hate the magistrate and do what you want against them. The only difference is you'll be well funded and'll have some soldiers to help you out," Tarren said, simply. "We have plenty of weak magic users, or those who can't use magic at all. What we lack are those capable of leading. So. What do you say?"

"Are you blind?" Ealia said to Jessica. "In the past two years, I have enforced freedom for Saphiria and gotten rid of some of those pesky inspectors. Even if you would tell the people, either no one would believe you or they will think that you are only telling part of the truth. You know that you are a very unthankful person. If it werent for me you would have been caught and executed by now!." She then turned to Tarren. "As the new mayor of Saphiria, I would like to fund your rebellion but it is too early since you are outnumbered and your people arent skilled enough. I recommend that we send your people to an extensive course at the arcane academy before starting a rebellion. I do need someone to protect the citizens from the army while I destroy the arcane council. I still promised to send them to the firy pits of the underworld." She remembers that she was killed by the council but thanks to demon she could be reborn as a demon with more power and destroy them.

The idea of a rebellion was like caffeine for the mind. Ideas ran through her head about what she could do if she had that much backup to support her. "A rebellion you say? Count me in, but only if I can have a part in leading." She motioned her head towards Ealia, "I don't want her to get too comfortable with her power." Jessica wasn't sure what it was about her, but there just seemed to be something darker inside of her as if she wasn't in complete control of her self. She could sense some sort of magic at work in her and it didn't seem all that good.
"Just so you know Ealia, from what I remember, I was trained by some of the top mages and assassin's in the Magistrate. And trust me, they didn't only teach me how to kill while I was there, they also taught me how to ruin reputations as well. As for the whole idea that without you, I would be defaced or worse; well, that's just ludicrous. This assassination is the first big crime I've committed since I left the magistrate. I have stolen a few goods before, but I haven't been caught once." Jessica just glared at Ealia and that is when the pain kicked in. Jessica's face did not move one bit. The pain wasn't bad yet, it would take an hour or two for that to kick in, but she already started to slow her heartbeat to prepare.

Ealia smirked and said: "You and ruin my reputation? The citizens of Saphiria arent as naive as you think. They even know that I am a good person and wouldnt believe an unknown commoner like you! You are just too funny. You show hostility towards me although we have similar goals. I just dont want to risk innocents to be killed because they are outnumbered and outskilled. If you dont recognize that it is too early for a revolution then you dont seem to have much intelligence. I tell you once more: Please refrain from threatening or hurting innocent citizens. Otherwise you will shed a bad light on yourself and the rebellion. No one likes to be forced to something or know that a rebel army has people who fight against its cause." Ealia noticed Jessicas pain as if she could read her mind just by looking into her eyes. "I see you are in pain. I can heal that. My strengths might be in Necromancy, death and blood magic but I can heal very well too. Or do you reject my offer? Maybe we started off on the wrong foot and could be friends but I want to keep one thing clear: Think before acting."

"I will let you heal me, but don't think I want to be you're friend just yet. Let me gain you're trust and maybe I will consider being friends." She said before moving onto her retaliation to Ealia's comments. "And I would like to let you know that I do think before I act. It's just obvious that you don't understand my reasoning for doing what I did. Oh yeah, and since we are on the topic of you're intelligence, you obviously would never have enough of it to ever successfully ruin someone’s reputation. The great thing about ruining someone’s reputation is that really, you just have to plant the thought of the murder into their head. Then you let the persons actions speak negatively to the town’s people. I would tell you what I mean by that, but I'd prefer not telling you all my secretes."
By this time it was getting dark. The sun would probably be down in another half an hour and preferred to get into a house or somewhere so she could find a place that would be warm. "So what do you say we all go inside? It's starting to get chilly."

“Orion, sir, where exactly is it we are going?” Asked one knight, tired of riding on aimlessly. “Its… it’s just that you haven’t told us anything about where we are headed, and I think we have the right to know.” Behind him the six other knights shook their heads in agreement. They had been riding hard for the past several days, only stopping when their horses were near collapse.

Turning around in his saddle, Orion smiled at his men. He figured they had a right to know, definitely now that they were almost there. “We are headed to The Forest of Yore, to a long forgotten noble graveyard that I stumbled upon years ago.” He said, turning back in his saddle.

Coming to a stop the eight of them sat atop their horses as they looked down from the hill they were on, gazing intently at the forest. They had all heard the rumors. The forest was haunted, curses long ago by necromancers. It was rumored, just rumored, that whenever someone entered the forest the dead who were buried here would rise and drag the living to the depths of hell.

“The forest. Sir, are you sure?” Said his second in command. Growing concern at his leaders decision he looked at the others, the concerned expressions they were making worried him.

Orion turned in his saddle once more. The looks on his men face worried him. “I guess you all deserve the truth… the full truth.” Tugging on the reins of his horse he began his way down the hill, his men following. “The rumors are fake, everyone knows that. What they don’t know is that deep in the forest there is a noble graveyard. And buried with those skeletons are their riches they deemed to valuable to pass on to anyone in life. One such item is a magical necklace, one I only found out about after I had discovered and than left the place.”

“So we are going to go find that magical necklace for ourselves?” The first knight who had said something asked. “Is it valuable, and is there more we can dig up?”

“No.” He answered grimly. “We aren’t going there to dig anything up. If we are lucky it will already be dug up.” He stated coolly, continuing on. “You see, I sent word to a necromancer about the necklace.”

“You did what!?” His second in command yelled.

“He is a grave robber, and doesn’t work for the magistrates any longer. Or at least he shouldn’t… not after all the times he has been punished by them.”