Mortis looked up at the vast mansion that contained his phylactery. He sent several of his ghouls to survey the perimeter as well as several smarter zombies to steal the blueprints to the house. 

[color=FFA07A]”The stench of old magic is strong here. Possibly a holy paladin or maybe a filthy mage lives here.”[/color] These words were like mud in his mouth illustrating his distaste he spat on the ground. 

Raising his hands he began a to probe the building with his magic. His body now ethereal and smoke like seeped into the cracks of a window. The smoke spread through the corridors of the mansion checking every room for signs of life and strong magics. Finally he found it. His eyes opened and his body reformed in front of the door to the master study. Running his fingers along the frame of the door. A simple trap had been laid that would alert the master of the house to his presence should he cross the threshold. Dispelling the simple spell he pushed the door open which swung inward soundlessly. 

Gliding into the room he looked around it, his eyes easily penetrated the darkness. There were many trophy around the room he could take, a simple sweep with his hand and learn the entire history of an object.. A holy paladin's sword said to have slain a dragon the blade was drenched in its blood imbuing it with a never dulling blade and a cut that sets foes ablaze. Mortis was not a sword person and as it was a holy relic he could not touch it. He moved towards the bookcase he could feel the pull now, though it was dampened by some sort of barrier. The call of his soul to his body was still there and no amount of magic could hide it’s location from him. He was through being silent. Skeletal hands came from the ground grabbing the bookcase and tearing it from the wall. In its place was a hidden door which he promptly ripped from it hinges using the same skeletal hands which disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Gliding forward he entered the doorway and descended into the belly of the mansion.

The passageway led to the master more forbidden trophies. He glanced at them as he moved through the room. The arm of a dead witch still imbued with her hatred and power,the crown of thorns worn by Jesus himself, a horn of a long banished demon the whispers of the demons emanating from it with a menace and hatred he had never known and finally as he reached the edge of the room his phylactery. The book was nothing special and out of all the items here it was out of place. He reached towards it pedestal and plucked it from the book stand. He had found it at last. Stashing it safely away inside his robe he turned to depart the room however, he found himself unable to move. An armoured man appeared from the door to the study.

[color=FFA07A]”Ah, one of the churchs silent knight I suppose?”[/color] The knight was silent as all of his order were, there tongues ripped from them at a young age to ensure obedience. Though the knight was silent he drew his sword settling into a dueling stance his sword pointing at Mortis.

Mortis chuckled softly. He watched the knight with curiosity his aura of coldness causing the knights breath to come out in puffs of smoke.

[color=FFA07A]”Your bindings wont hold me knight."[/color] To illustrate his point he flexed his magical might the restraints shattering like broken glass. He raised his hands into the air calling his ghouls to him. He had inscribed runes on the ghouls skin that would allow them to bypass the mansions magical defensive. The sound of shattering glass filled the corridor behind the night who still stood facing Mortis. The ghouls he had made crashed into the knight who swiftly turned to face them slicing the first ghoul in two then the second and the third. However they quickly overpowered him with numbers pulling him to the ground and clawing at his armour, desperate to get at the flesh inside. Mortis laughed maliciously as the silent knight was bombarded by his ghouls. Floating through the door he left through the shattered windows and back to his lab. The loss of the ghouls had been a blow to his army but one that could be easily replace with time….