[b]Western Watchtower, a game of Sloth Chess[/b]

He cursed as he saw two of his wights simply get obliterated without any effort and felt a pang of concentration loss as the mental connection to them ceased to exist, which would explain his failed attempt at controlling the skeletal archers, or at least that's what he liked to think. He growled and turned to his third wight, commanding it in his native tongue. "Kill the demon." He said dismissively as his third wight started marching towards the Succubus who had lost her whip and was dazed by a hurled stone.

Muttering obscenities under his breath he leafed through his tome and found the relevant page again, muttering the incantations and drawing upon his powers once more and again brought into being and opened a small portal, through which two more wights stepped through, green balefire shimmering in their eyesockets. Naream took a involuntary step back and rubbed his forehead to get the beads of sweat off that had appeared there and he grunted. "Pace yourself..." He murmured slowly and shook his head. "You, guard me." One of the wights stiffened and brought his shield up, looking for threats headed for its master.

The other wight had a two-handed sword and waited for any commands from the necromancer. Naream gestured to the first succubus, "Go and make yourself useful and kill that one along with your fellow wight." He snarled and watched the wight go.... and then cocked his head and started to think. If the bodies remained... would a succubus... or that big demon... be available to be turned into undead? He was eager to find out.