(Insignificant, Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

The necromancer's body tightened as he noticed the Dominus calming, he'd dealt with many a fight in his life, and when an opponent calmed it usually meant they were planning something. When the Dominus proceeded to ask a question rather than launch an assault he too calmed, it seemed as if they didn't want to fight. He gestured at one of the undead, and it moved towards the corpse, snapping ineffectively at the Dominus as it passed.

"Have you heard of the Withered Beacon? The clan of mages who rebelled against the judgement of their betters and chose instead to forge their own path?" He questioned with a much more calm voice and demeanor. A phantom approached the Dominus and placed her hand upon their shoulder, breathing heavily. With a thrust of his palm, the necromancer forced her away. The more powerful beasts were hard to control, but he would not allow an attack without his express order.

"There are some among them who believe this world is flawed, that there needs to be... a change," he glowered at his hand, still glowing a pale white. "Death comes to all, it destroys and tears apart the love and affection we all share as people. We are conquerors of death, and my aim is to create a being that need not fear death in the first place," he rose his hand and one of the undead twisted and growled in agony, its body morphing and changing until it was a horrific, rotted mess.

"This beast is now free of rot, and as a result, it will live forever, unless..." he thrusted his palm and the beast disintegrated into a few leathery chunks of skin. "It is destroyed. What if there was an intelligent being that need not fear destruction. If there is one, there can be many, and if there is many, the human race has transcended its need for procreation and lineage, like the Elves of the north and west. My attempts require the body of a powerful mage, and if my ritual succeeds, I will create a being that has existed before, but more powerful than its predecessors. If this one immortal being exists, with power incredible, then immortality and magical power can be shared to all who desire it."

He tittered and held a finger up to his chin.

"Do you not wish to be immortal?" He asked with a grin. "Is life not beautiful? Is death not a horrific thing?" He again queried, with a bend to his voice like an old grandfather telling a tale.

"The mages seek to rob us of this bliss," he scoffed. "How selfish."

The undead locked Darlien's head in its teeth and began hoisting the headless body onto its shoulder. It stared blankly into the distance like something had been taken from it.