[b]~Reef Grotto: Evil Skeleton~[/b] [color=Black][i]"They're coming."[/i][/color] A simple word in Em's ear, whispered from the place beside her head where the darkness of the cave seemed somehow darker, and the young Necromancer's entire body stiffens. There is no formal preparation, no hesitation in her action in the slightest. She just did what she does best. Her staff rises from her pack, hovering in front of her and letting out a terrible, black glow that began to illuminate the cave. Dark energies swirled around her, caressing her body like thick, viscous smog. The distinctive sound of bones rattling against each other fills the cave, echoing through it queerly, sending chills down the spine of anything living. From her secondary pack, a perfectly intact set of bones rises and assembles behind her, bones swirling in a violent and terrible dance of undeath. There was no communication between her and the spirit nestled on her shoulder. They acted as one. They both knew the spell off their black little hearts, and were wishing with the full might of their being for this miracle against nature to come true. There, in the blackness that was their element, the two Necromancers cry-[i] [color=Gainsboro]"Rise, Servant of Unlight, rise from the depths of unrest. Bring terror to the living in our Dark names. Come forth... !"[/color][/i] Just like that, the bones that were once separated become whole, forming among the most unwholesome and terrible servants of the damnable Dark Arts. It was more than an ordinary skeleton. Formed where it was strongest, and empowered by the darkness in its bones, this was a being a level above a Skeleton. It was, truly, an Evil Skeleton. Like a furious animal trapped in a cage, unable to do anything, the Skeleton glares horrible at the master who had brought it to life. It knew, instinctively, that this thing was its Master. That didn't mean it had to like it. It stands, motionless, awaiting the stimulus that would set it free. Biding its time. [color=Gainsboro][i]"There is no time for formalities, oh darkest servant of mine. Protect your mistress. Promptly direct your fury towards her enemies, and you may still be put to rest. This is our contract."[/i][/color] The skeleton says nothing. It's a skeleton.