[@Pyromaniacwolf][@Overlord Thraka]

Mortan watched the apprentice enter the cave, he would have rather sent one of the Vampires into the cave but they where stuck several miles away in a dark cave hiding from the sun. His Fallen paladin where far too valuable to send into a situation like this, and his Ghouls where essentially useless for all but heavy lifting and combat. so his last choice was an apprentice or himself, easy decision there. he waited several moments before he heard a yelp and a panicked incantation, the spell meant to tear at the victim's soul fizzled in the apprentice's hand, his target having no soul to attack. He hastily made an attempt to take control of the dead who approached him. Vaulthuz felt a tug in his mind and soul as the bond between his creature was stressed, but not severed. The young necromancer was pushing with all his magical might but did little to halt the advance of Vaulthuz's slaves. The zombies grabbed the apprentice roughly, breaking his concentration on the magic and dragging him deeper into the cave to be presented to their master. 

Mortan felt the exchange, the subtle twinge of magic being used. His apprentice was still alive however, he didn't feel a new corpse nearby so that meant he was captured. Interesting development, a fellow necromancer was here. "Curious" he mumbled quietly. His other Necromancers and Fallen started to move forward and rescue their distressed friend before Mortan called out "Halt! we will wait." His followers looked at him confused but did not object and held their position. 

Tarz, the young apprentice ceased struggling when realized that his captors where creatures of greater power than he could overcome. Or they where bound in a way he didnt understand, both of which where true. So he was uncerimoniously dragged back to their master, all the while preparing to confront whomever he was being taken to. he repeated what he was going to say over and over again in his mind because he was fairly sure whoever he was being taken to was on the same level of power as his own master. 'I am Tarz, apprentice to the Grave Lord Mortan, Flesh Weaver. He has tasked me to learn who you are'... He had forgotten about the large creature that was supposedly down here as well, but it hardly mattered. If his master decided not to save him the zombies would be enough to end his life, much less a hulking monster.