Habits of a wizard {Miro}

[Lessomm]

Summer, 75th, Year 513 It was early in the morning in Ravok as Lessomm made his way through the familiar streets of the city. The sun was only barely starting to shine over the horizon, lighting up the sky with a yellow and red light. The few people Lessomm saw on his way through the city were as occupied with their own business as Lessomm was. Or they were too drunk to notice anything. Yesterday had been a very exciting and wonderful day for Lessomm, who had found himself a new master to serve. One who was, despite his appearance and race, very kind and open with Lessomm, trying to better him so that he could serve his master better. After an extensive teaching day yesterday, Lessomm had been told to rejoin his master in his room today. Bright and early as always, Lessomm was up witht he sun, ready to get to work. The last part of his journey had him take a Ravosala to cross a few blocks over water, saving him quite a few chimes of walking. His outfit was complete and immaculate, as it should be. A simple white shirt covered his chest, his extra arms in their usual fashion hidden beneath it. His legs were covered by a pair of black breeches. On his feet he wore a pair of leather boots which came up halfway to his knees, protecting his feet from the hard and dirty streets of ravok. Instead of a belt, Lessomm wore a white sash, the ends dangling on his left side. OVer his white shirt, he wore a very formal vest, which ended in two seperate tails at the end, the so called swallowtail suit or tailcoat. In his hands, Lessomm carried a pair of soft white gloves, constantly being squeezed in his hands as he stepped nervously off the Ravosala and looked up at the building in front of him. The final part of his outfit, always present when he went outside of his own room and hidden away behind the swallowtails of his coat, were The Stealers, The Fists and The Shields, hanging from the white sash. Lessomm walked up to the front door of the housing building and made his way to his master's room. They had visited here together yesterday and Lessomm had done his best on the way out to memorize the door that belonged to his master. It wasn't made any easier by the constantly repeating patterns of the housing buildings, which weren't made to appease to it's inhabitants design sense. As the door came in sight, Lessomm drew a deep breath and wiggled his fingers, relaxing himself. He bit down on the pair of gloves with his lips, freeing both hands for the task at hand. Lessomm brought both hands up to his head, running his fingers through his hair and over his scalp to the back of his neck, where he joined all the hair together and tied a simple white band around his black hair. The white streak originating from the scar on the side of his head ran all the way into the band, where it seemed to disappear. After making sure his appearance was still as immaculate as it had been at home, making a few minor adjustments to his coat, Lessomm took the the gloves from his mouth. He put on the left glove, holding the right glove in his now gloved left hand before bringing his right hand up to the door, knocking politely. He stepped back from the door and waited. As he waited, he drew on his own Djed, readying it. You could never be too sure what would happen upon entering the room of an undead wizard, not even one as kind and friendly as Miro. As the Djed was invisible to the naked eye, the act of drawing on it wouldn't be percieved as an insult by anyone.

[Miro]

Miro had prepared a lesson in the time he had spent away from Lessomm. The Chained One did not need to rest, only to plan for when the sun rose, or act in the night. In this case he had a demonstration and full lesson on Glyphing planned out to finish what he started with his apprentice. But it would be more than that, a lesson in what the master could do, and more importantly what Lessomm would do to better serve him.

The Reimancer began to pour liquid aura from the end of his staff and create a thick coating on the wall in the open part of the room. He formed three square plates equal that rose up to the ceiling and across the room. Now he would form each sigil and transmute it. But in order to do that he would need to take his time and form elements to act as runes and effect magic. There were three disciplines he wished to show, Reimancy was the first, the second would be his secondary discipline, the Flux, but the third Lessomm did not know of.

The Chained One smirked as he prepared the first sigil. Someday Lessomm would wield Reimancy. This would be simple, because he wouldn't release it. The point of it was to demonstrate the disciplines ability to store magic, as well as his ability to use Leeching to gain from them. He began by forming the barrier tasked to contain the magic, a thin weaving of woven lines that formed with thousands of small diamonds throughout it. It spread to the edge of the plate and formed a circle in its center. The space where he would create the rune to try and hold a powerful Reimancy spell.

It was dangerous to do, but if he created a large enough focus he could manage. The barrier would definitely hold. He began to task each design to absorb as much magic as it could before filling. He hoped it was a lot. He created a large square and diamond posed on top of each other equal around the inside edge of the barrier. Within them he created a square and within it a diamond. Finally within that another square and diamond with an x and a cross. It was all he could do, and as long as it did not rupture if it did happen to overfill, he would be satisfied.

The Reimancer cast the plate to be earth, and willed the runes to ice deep within it. Next he would create a sigil for Hypnotism, a magic that he could only produce subtle effects of. Glyphing with this magic would be useful to show Lessomm how the discipline can be used to combine the effects of magic stored in focuses. But it would mean several focuses combined through switches and into one larger spell. To ensure he did not overwhelm one switch, he proposed to design a system to ensure a more perfect mix and transfer of magic.

He started by creating a set of large focuses this time, each of them in the same design. Four at the top, four at the bottom, far enough in to be properly contained by barriers. Further down near the center were two more focuses. They featured eight triangles pointed out in different directions posed around a central core. Within it was a design like that of a black sun encased in a circle. A unique focus was made in the center. It was in the shape of a hand, and within it were many mystical shapes in bands across it. In its center was the shape of an eye.

Next would come would come switches, the rune to combine each small hypnotic effect. By passing each pair of focuses through its own switch he ensured that the large spells in the focuses would not overwhelm them and collapse. He created two runes under the focuses at the top, and two for the ones at the bottom. Then one final large switch atop the center focus. For each of the switches he created a circle with several swirling lines that wrapped about a center in opposite directions. In its center was a large circle with a small hollow core.

And next would come the barrier, a bit more complicated in this case. It would take up most of the remaining space, but serve the purpose of guiding magic as well as containing it. The wizard created a weave of lines that shot straight out from the edge of the plate and began to curve and weave around the runes painted in his mind. From each focus he created a weave that allowed a channel for the magic to move to each switch, each two streams meeting at once. Finally the last switch which trailed into a circular path around the hand shaped focus. Each of the individual runes except for the center rune was encased by a chained circular barrier. All but one bare spot was filled.

The last rune was the trigger attuned to release each barrier. This design was tasked with that simple duty, and thus simple in design. Within the circle he created seven more circles all overlapping and poised around a central point. In its center was a curved star with seven points. The trigger was tasked to release by touch and the sigil was transmuted. The plate to rock while the runes were transmuted to a deep pocket of ice. The second sigil was formed, and only one remained. This one would be for that of the Flux. It would teach him the lesson that a focus may also store a magical procedure, and introduce him to the disciplines ability.

This sigil would be simple, just a barrier focus and trigger. The Flux loaded into it would likely be more complex. This one would go quite quickly, much like the first. Miro began by imagining a set of diamonds and squares overlapping and layered within one another moving to a central point until finally an eye was formed within. Around it he wove a series of thick lines that formed what seemed to be a gate around the focus, with clear opposing gates separated by only a crack. At the top they fold back to reveal a circular trigger filled with two triangles facing opposite directions. It was tasked to release the barrier and focus when touched.

That was not all he had in store for his apprentice, but needed him to arrive first. Soon he would need to be given his tasks, to learn to practice his Glyphing through a new technique. They would work to hone his Shielding skills as well, if at all possible for the time being. For him to have his disciplines trained in would go a long way in serving this master. Bust most of all Glyphing. What the Chained One had in store for him when he had finally become accomplished in leeching was quite the change for any soul. For now he would stick to the lesson.

To demonstrate the creation of Reimancy Glyphing, he would create one smaller plate in Lessomm's presence. This one would introduce Morphing as well as a Glyphing technique, a channeling glyph. A channeling glyph could be as simple as a single focus or an entire sigil drawn on the body to enhance personal magic. The technique created these markings by Morphing the runes in a dark tone on the skin, and it would be stored within a focus. One could then, much like with the Flux, hold the transmutation by fueling it with Djed. This would be how their lesson started, even before the stone runes on the wall were explained.

Miro heard the knock at the door and let Lessomm in. "Welcome back friend, I am happy to see you. Today we shall put your mind to work, something you should get used to in my presence. I will teach you a bit about me today, mostly what I can do. We will then discuss what it is you will be doing for me and improve your understanding of Glyphing. A part of your job from now on will be to practice it often." He started right in and posed his arm towards his staff. "Return," he spoke the word and the staff came to his hand. He held it out before him and began to produce Res to form a small circular plate for Glyphing.

"I will show you a technique I have invented, to use Reimancy to form runes and sigils. And I will also introduce a discipline of magic I practice to you. It is Morphing, a skill you have shown to know as well. It will be used to create a single rune and enhance personal magic. With its simplicity I will expect you to learn this technique and attempt to practice it daily. It is how a novice should train his control of the discipline." It would be a bit of work to create though. Morphing was one discipline he had only trained in just enough to create but a single focus.

The small plate of Res was formed to become a woven barrier around a simple focus of a sun with wavy tendrils that protruded out and wrapped the shape in a circular fashion. A trigger was posed atop it in the form of two interlocking circles with a long line dividing them both tasked to release the spell when touched. The barrier encased them all in a tight weave of interlocked lines that formed small stars throughout. The plate was transmuted to rock while the runes were formed in ice, though quite shallow and thin in comparison. It would only hold a small spell.

Miro knelt and placed his staff down next to the plate and planted his hand on the focus. He concentrated hard and began to redirect Djed from his chest to his brain. His quality of thought increased and his meditative state was enhanced. The wizard focused on the symbol of the Black Sun, dark, pitch black, and began to pool his Djed in his palm. He willed the Djed to weave into a transmutation of darkening the skin. He concentrated on it to define the shape and darken the tone. In a matter of a few chimes the skin darkened and the shape became defined. The spell was copied in the focus.

"touch the focus in the middle, then the trigger above it, and you will have a channeling glyph drawn on you with Morphing. A Morph Glyph I call it. Work to sustain it, and even add to it if you can. It is a perfect technique to learn and hone. A very simple thing to achieve." When the spell was released, the plate would shatter to wet sand. The wizard was ready to move on after, though he still held onto his Morph by feeding it Djed. Just the small simple transmutation, he too needed practice sustaining it. "Next I will take you to my wall and explain the other of my magics. First is Reimancy."

The Reimancer took his staff and pointed it at the first sigil. He willed a large burst of Djed through the sigil on his hand and out the tip of the staff. As it passed through the end of the staff he transmuted it to a current of lightning and streamed it into the sigil. As the spell passed through his channeling glyph the Morph began to fade, and he had to focus on sustaining it with more of his Djed and concentration. He continued the stream for a few moments longer before a backlash of sparks shot out and he knew the sigil was filled. For a moment he waited in fear, expecting it might corrupt any moment. Luckily it was still holding and the ice hadn't been effected.

"This is nothing new to you I am sure, but it is a demonstration of both Reimancy and Glyphing. Now let me show you another great magic in combination with those, Leeching." Miro placed his staff against the giant focus and concentrated on absorbing its contents through his staff. He willed the flow of Djed inward as he gripped his staff tightly. He worked now to sustain the influx of Leeched Djed and maintain his Morph Glyphing. Though within a matter of a chime or so the large plate shattered to sand and dust upon the floor. "With this magic I am able to absorb Djed from spells I have cast in the past, as well as many other interesting things. It allows me the ability to cast much more magic than the normal wizard."

The undead then went to the next sigil and placed his staff on the first of the top four focuses. "The next magic I wish to introduce to you is Hypnotism, the ability to influence the mind. It is used to resolve issues of the mind and encourage positive behavior. When Glyphed it can give a great boost to morale and focus and aid greatly in casting." Though that was hardly how the discipline was used. He would give the best explanation and spin what he would really do here. Four suggestions on top, four emotional responses on bottom. They would all revolve around a theme.

The Hypnotist loaded the suggestions in one after another in their slots. "Train in magic under Miro, always follow commands, embrace magic, become useful for Miro." Then the bottom four as emotional responses. He moved his staff along to each one and implanted the spells. "Pride, Responsibility, Loyalty, Respect" These effects would all be combined gradually into one themed Hypnotism and leave a deep impression on the servants subconscious. The spells were based around a theme of serving as a perfect apprentice and doing all that was asked of him as a servant to the best of his ability.

"Activate this sigil which uses focuses and switches and you will experience the combined effects of several subconscious hypnotic spells to enhance your mindset and morale. It will help you to better serve me and to understand my magic. I promise you, the spell is designed to give you a boost and help you, nothing more. It can be quite the pleasant ability to possess, as we all wish to have motivation and happiness. Sometimes it just takes a little boost." After the sigil was released it too would fall to wet sand and dust. Meanwhile the wizard would move on to his last sigil. This one would demonstrate the Flux, one of its more unique abilities.

Miro placed his staff against the wall and his hand on the focus. With an easy command of will the Djed within the pathways in his chest began to redirect up through his throat and into his brain, enhancing yet again his quality of thought. His mental awareness allowed him to sustain the redirection quite easily, though he had already copied it into the focus. He released the spell and yet again took his staff in hand. "Finally we get to the Flux, the ability to redirect the Djed streams within our pathways. When this sigil is released, it will draw Djed from your chest to your brain to empower it. A focus is able to store a magical process as well as a product such are an element or hypnotic spell. If you try, you may even be able to sustain the redirection for a while with a bit of Djed."

After the final sigil had crumbled to sand Miro walked over to the bed and laid upon it. He let his staff set against the wall and wait for Lessomm to give him attention once again. "That is the lesson for today, but there is now work to be done. The room is a mess and from the lesson, and I am thinking it soon may be time to test your skill and train. I have yet to decide when you will be dismissed today. Now would be a good time to make your opinion known, inquire about your master as well. I want you to understand everything very well as we progress from here. The road ahead is a bright one for you. Let us focus hard on getting you set in your work. Impress me and there will be perks."

[Lessomm]

At his knocking, the door was opened and Lessomm was invited into his master's extremely humble abode. The lack of space and obvious wealth still puzzled Lessomm, considering that both the servant and the master lived in the exact same room, aside from the slightly bigger space his master had for himself. Lessomm's room was near identical to his master's and that fact still came as a shock to Lessomm. "Good morning, master. I'd be happy to assist you and learn from you today as well." Lessomm walked in after his master and closed the door. Although it was an impressive feat, calling back a staff with just a single word, Lessomm was not as impressed as he should have been. The memory of the previous day, where his master created stone and ice out of nowhere, burned scrolls by touching them and opened up a whole world of magic to Lessomm, was still fresh in his mind. Lessomm paid attention right from the start, not wanting to miss a single thing. It was true that Lessomm had some minor skill with Morphing, even though he couldn't remember why or how he had learned it. Lessomm nodded, eager to please his master and show that he could and would practice every day until he had mastered the skill. As his master performed yet again his skill of reimancy in order to demonstrate one of his magics, Lessomm watched in awe at his master's skill with the magic discipline. He watched in silence as his master knelt down and focused. Lessomm could feel the familiar tingle of Djed being used. Around his master it was almost always present but when he was actively casting magic Lessomm could feel it even more so. At first nothing really happened. No big constructs appeared out of thin air, no fireball explosions or summoned creatures. When his master spoke, Lessomm was curious what had happened but he obeyed. He touched the middle of the focus and then the trigger. Before he knew what was happening he could feel a rush of alien djed move over his hand before disappearing. Underneath the white glove that covered his hand, Lessomm could feel the shape that had formed on his skin, like someone had painted on it. And he could also feel how whatever had been painted was quickly fading as well. Lessomm quickly focused and pulled his djed towards his hand, pooling it there to fuel the morphed glyph. With no real experience in the magic it took him a few chimes to finally get his djed to link to the morph. By the time he had stabilized it the morphing had faded to a barely visibly dark shape on his palm. But the shadow of the original morph remained as he anchored in place with a constant supply of djed. He was drawn out of his focus when a sudden crackling sound echoed through the small room, accompanied by sharp light cutting through the morning light. Only when the light and sound faded did Lessomm understood what had happened. He followed his master's gaze to a glyph on the wall, sparkling slightly before dimming down and returning to it's original state. Whatever reimancy his master had cast, the glyph had absorbed it and stored it for future use. He remembered his lesson from the previous day, about glyphs and their ability to store magics and even combine them. As Lessomm focused on his djed and seeped more of it into the morphed glyph on his hand, trying to darken it back to it's original color, he watched his master touch the glyph on the wall with his staff. Nothing seemed to happen as his master explained how he could absorb djed from other spells or even the glyph on the wall. He took his master's word for it as he couldn't see any real effects of the magic. He understood the alure of a magic like leeching but at the same time it seemed like a vile and disgusting practice, almost like using somebody else's tools to do your own work. He nodded as they moved onto the next and discipline. Hypnothism. Lessomm found the same bitter taste in his mouth as with the leeching. Somehow, hypnothism seemed like a cheat. The ability to influence the mind in the hands of people like his master except without the gentle and kind attitude, could cause tremendous destruction in the entire world. Even as his master explained how it could be used to encourage positive behaviour and how it could be used to resolve issues, Lessomm's mind understood that the opposite was also true: manipulation of others through the use of this magic would be easy. With a small touch of his finger, Lessomm activated the sigil that had been drawn by his master. Once again there were no visible stunning effects of magic in the room, unlike the light that had flashed through the room earlier. Somewhat disappointed by the lack of spectacular magic, Lessomm turned his attention back to his master. He was eager to learn more about his master's magic. Until a moment ago he hadn't really understood the need for all this magical knowledge but right now he felt like learning more. Like diving into the dangerous and magnificent world of magic his master was so kindly opening up for him. Perhaps if he could learn more about all these magics, he could be even more useful for his master. The final magic he would learn about today was not unknown to Lessomm but he couldn't remember where he had heard about it before. Possibly in passing somewhere or overheard from a previous employer. He looked at the sigil containing the example of the Flux magic. He listened carefully to his master and touched softly upon the sigil, activating it. Lessomm staggered back from the crumbled sigil, grabbing at the side of his head where the scar was located. For just a moment, images passed in front of his eyes. A very familiar sight, six arms out in the open, defending himself from two humans, he could tell by the amount of arms they each had. On the Eypharians face and chest was blood and Lessomm knew it wasn't his. His fists as well were covered in blood. The six armed man moved like a blur and crossed the distance between him and the two humans. With but a touch of his palm both humans were tossed right across the room, one landing with his neck on one of the many tables in the room. Although there was no sound, Lessomm could hear the sickening crack of a neck breaking. The Flux example faded as the alien djed passed through him and the redirection failed, returning his djed away from his mind and back to it's natural place in his chest. The sharp images quickly faded as the meaning slipped away from Lessomm's grasping mind. He shouldn't focus on the images. Instead he should focus on his master and learn more about the magic. That was his purpose here and now, to better himself so he could better serve his master. He gathered himself once more, standing quietly in front of his master as he listened to his words. The more his master spoke, the more the images disappeared back into the deepest parts of his memory. "Thank you master. It's quite a lot to take in in one morning. I'm grateful for the lesson, however, and I will make sure to remember every word of it." Lessomm bowed his head to his master. As he did he adjusted his stream of djed to his hand, disturbed by the sudden burst of djed towards his head from the Flux example. The morphed skin on the palm of his hand felt more natural as his djed anchored it down once more. "At this stage, I don't have any pressing questions. Although I am curious about the diet of a... Lessomm tried to find the right word. "...man of your nature. I always try to make sure I know the basics at the beginning of a relationship like ours. Personal preferences and likes are required to know for a man in my position. If you don't mind me inquiring about them, master." It didn't sound entirely right to name it like that but he wasn't sure yet how his master felt about his own undead-ness.

[Miro]

It was wonderful to have Lessomm arrive so eager to learn. He followed the instructions without doubt, question or hesitation. The lesson went exactly as planned, and he hoped that his student enjoyed learning as much as he did teaching. His dedication to his work was admirable. If it could be directed towards magic he would make the perfect apprentice. Loyal to his master, focused on his work, and well tempered. It was the perfect fate for his new friend, and he would see it realized someday.

Though as expected it was a lot for Lessomm to take in at once. Though Miro knew his servant would never let him down. There was no doubt that not a single word was wasted on him. However the servant transitioned the topic to that of a more mundane way of serving. In this instance it was food. "As an undead, I can eat, but needn't do so. Since I do not quite digest food, it is likely not the best idea. Though that will not prevent me from enjoying myself. I may still enjoy a fine wine from time to time, as well as other delicacies. Personally, I never turn down a ripe strawberry. Especially when frozen."

He was surprised to hear the question, as he thought by now the servant understood. Perhaps it was one of those things best spelled out entirely. "Let me tell you a bit about your master. Though I look much older, especially without the mask, I am still a man of but nineteen years of age. I was born in the wilds of Taldera a mix between races. My mother was a Symenestra, and though I never met my father, he was a Vantha. I was raised as a professional wizard and taught the ways of magic for many years. However I had to move on, and eventually I found myself in Alvadas."

Of course Alvadas defined Miro as a wizard. It was the catalyst that forged him into a master wizard, and also a Chained One under Uldr. It took his arm and face, his humanity and race, but gave him so much in return. His fate may have been the opposite had he not met with Drysalla on that day. He may even be a Syliran Knight completely opposed to the Ebonstryfe he served now. "In Alvadas I was killed saving the city and its residents, and Uldr the god of undead saved me. He gave me unlife, an enhanced body and a second chance. I gave my arm to rid the city of its greatest threat and was named hero."

Though Miro was unsure how much he should mention about his undead state. There were at least a few details that needed to be stated. "As an undead I do not eat, nor sleep, and my body possesses an enhanced degree of dexterity, as well as a regenerative ability. Though I needed to find a change of scenery after the incident in Alvadas. So I left to Zeltiva. There I enlisted to serve the city in a quest, which led to me to Sahova. And after a short stay in the undead isle, I was sent after Forus, which brought me to Ravok. I have made a habit of selling my talents to benefit others. However it rarely seems to work out for me. I have plans to settle in Ravok and break my bad habit."

The Reimancer was done talking of himself, as he had no idea what more to say. He wished to turn things back magic, but hadn't much idea what more to do there either. "I haven't much more to say about myself, but I would be glad to answer any and all questions you have. I would however like to continue with your studies of Glyphing. I could perhaps refresh yesterdays lesson and expand on it. Or instead we could continue your practice in drawing runes. Or if you feel up to it, I encourage us to do a bit of everything. I have all of the time in the world, as I am eternal. Never will I age, nor will my body rot. Whatever you want, I shall support you now. Perhaps even we could glyph one of your Shields you produce."

[Lessomm]

It didn't come as a suprise to Lessomm that his master had no use for food or drink. The idea of food just rotting away in your stomach because you had no working insides made him swallow softly. Not a pretty thing. Lessomm noted that his master did enjoy wine and strawberries, albeit very specific strawberries. Lessomm focused on his master's words as he started to talk a little bit more about himself, providing some background for Lessomm. It wasn't necessary for a master to share anything with a servant, as long as the servant could do their jobs properly. So for Lessomm this token of trust, this information shared, was like an expensive gift. The first part of the story was quite normal, a young boy trained in magic to serve a purpose. When the story got to how Miro had died, Lessomm felt a surge of grief and sorrow for the creature sitting in front of him. He swallowed again as he pushed back the oncoming tears for his master's fate. Some of the undead traits Lessomm already knew about. Some of them he had only heard about in stories and tales. The fact that his master's body healed at a faster rate than normal humans came as a surprise to Lessomm, especially considering the fact that he couldn't eat or drink because things were not working anymore inside of him, so how could his body heal. It was a question Lessomm decided needed no answer. Undead were undead. That was all he needed to know. As the short summary of Miro's life ended, Lessomm felt that he had to do his best to help his master break his bad habit of having things not work out for him. Even if Ravok should fail his master, Lessomm would not. As his master fell silent after explaining the possible schedule for today, Lessomm brought up one question that had been burning in him for over a season now. "Master, about your sustenance, do you require..." Once again Lessomm had to look for the right way of putting his question. "...alternate sources of food?" The reason for the question came from the many stories people told about undead and their neverending hunger for the flesh and blood of the living. Lessomm felt like a child asking a ridiculous question. Except instead of asking a parent, he was asking an undead wizard with a tendency for turning things to dust. With that answer under his belt as well, Lessomm thought over the possibilities of the day. He was eager to learn more about glyphing. "I think doing a bit of everything is the best course of action, master. A quick refresher of yesterdays lesson, then something new, some glyphing practice and then I wouldn't mind trying to glyph one of my shields as a practical example of the magic. If I manage to create a working glyph, of course. Would you like me to fetch your glyphing bag?" Fetching it would be as simple as turning to his left, take a step or two and open the chest where his master kept the bag but it was supposed to be Lessomm's job.

[Miro]

Lessomm asked Miro as shocking answer, one that he could not ignore. It would not do to lie about this, for he needed to establish absolute trust with his servant. Eventually he would have to learn, but the Chained One did not expect it to come so soon. Ideally the truth would be revealed after a level of trust was established and he could Hypnotize a level of understanding into the Eypharian. However it seemed to come up during the trust building exercise, and that could prove problematic. At least he still had Hypnotism to rely on.

Miro began to explain himself gradually. "As an undead, I do not crave any food, however, there are some things about being a Chained One I have not discussed. In general I do not speak of such things, but I find it important for you to know." The Hypnotist began to channel his Djed to his eyes and looked Lessomm directly in the eyes. He expanded his aura of influence as he neared the servant and spoke his words in a clear and stern tone. He wished show how important what he had to say was. His stare however would channel an emotional response of respect. It would only be a start however.

"I have a few things that I keep to myself, scars that I do not complain about. I manage them, and I accept the consequences of my fate." Again he prepared a hypnotic spell. His gaze shifted to channel an emotion of empathy and he continued his explanation after sighing dramatically. "I am burdened with cravings being an undead, though of a certain feeling. I desire power and domination, and seek to gain resource and establish influence. In serving me you do me a great service in satisfying many of my urges to be dominant. And by possessing magical talent and expanding your skills you do well to help satisfy my need to gain power as well."

Though when it came to dark secrets, Uldr was but one chapter. There were a couple more that had to be addressed, and with the act he hoped to gain leverage on Lessomm. The Reimancer saw the reaction his history had caused. As a master he had done well to earn respect and loyalty. With luck this final reveal could cement his hold over the Shielder and signify his introduction as an apprentice under the master. It was the ultimate goal in hiring the servant, as he would become a wizard directed to gain power in the disciplines the master commanded. Trained to gain use and to better serve the master he swore allegiance to.

Miro began to gather Djed in his throat and prepare to channel a spell through his voice. He invaded the personal space of the target further by refining his aura of influence and gesturing as he spoke. His voice held a dark tone to it, as if what he said were tragic, and charged with Djed. His gray eyes channeled an emotional response of sorrow from behind his mask. His words would inspire suggestions as he spoke each line. "Uldr has marked me as a Chained One, and through his Gnosis mark I draw a great deal of power, but it comes at the cost of those cravings."

The words would imprint a subconscious message, "Miro is still a good person underneath his burdens." And with the first message imprinted he prepared another spell in his throat and continued his explanation. Next he would explain his left arm. Though the host's mind flashed with paranoia and doubt that bordered on malice. He knew it was a trick of his arm, some form of self preservation it held, and managed to suppress it. He knew the sacrifice of the secret would serve a dark purpose that would please Ink. "In truth, there is something I have never told anyone." He paused to prepare another suggestion. "It is important you never speak of this, and I do so desperately hope you do not think less of me."

The first suggestion, "I am honored the master is showing me such a level of trust," and the second, "I could never think less of someone who would honor me with privileged and private insight." Miro walked before Lessomm and held a sullen expression. The Hypnotist placed his hand on the servant's shoulder and looked deep into his eyes. Yet another emotional response was channeled through his sight, this time a sense of understanding. And though he was becoming slightly fatigued from chaining together Hypnotism spells, he knew his work wasn't done yet. He prepared channeled one last suggestion through his voice before he would rest his Djed. "My darkened arm, it is a taint on my body. It pushes my will to act out in cruelty and pushes spiteful thoughts into my mind."

The final suggestion would hopefully prepare Lessomm for the big reveal that came next. "Miro deserves my pity and understanding, for he did not chose to be this way. He does the best he can to control his nature and use his talents for the betterment of people." It was a strain, and the wizard's eyes stung and his vision blurred, but he maintained composure. He was fighting to suppress a rising euphoria within him. Such extensive manipulation satisfied his will to dominate quite well. But only so much, for he still desired more. Another display to ensure that he found the desired result.

Ender interrupted however, completely shocked to only just now hear the truth of his master's arm. For the entirety of their relationship Miro had lied to the Familiar, and the Irylid was crushed to find out this. It only stung worse that the secret was revealed to Lessomm, a servant, admittedly one Ender considered lesser than himself. And even though Alric had Hypnotized the resentment and harsh feelings out of the Familiar, an overwhelming sense of jealous took control of him. The feeling was so strong that it could be easily perceived by the master, who knew what he had just done. This could not go by without being talked through.

Miro turned away from Lessomm as if from guilt and shame and bowed his head. "Forgive me, but I do believe I need a moment. As a wizard, I am not used to sharing such intimate knowledge. I am filled with many feelings I haven't felt in a long time, and I need to sort through my thoughts. It will take only a moment." A distraction from his Familiar would be welcome. It would give him the composure he would need to finish what he had started. "How long have you known about this? Why didn't you tell me, your partner? And why are you now telling Lessomm without first warning me? Is there more to this I don't know, or is this perhaps some lie to him? I just want to understand master, so that I might better serve you."

The Reimancer heaved another sight and palmed his mask. He closed his eyes and replied to Ender. "It is not a lie, and I have known since before we were joined. It can talk, and its name is Ink. It has a mind of its own, and it is not very approving of you." It was not the most tactful way of revealing the information, but knew that the Familiar could handle it. More than that, he could be trusted. He would follow his master's instructions without hesitation or reserve. "I told him because he needed to hear it, to feel trusted. I trusted you did not need such special treatment, and I knew I would be revealing it to you as well. Ink is my burden, and one under control." But it was not so simple. It was not a pressing concern, but slowly the infection was spreading.

The reveal of Ink's mind to Ender was a shock, for he had also recently come to find out of its expansion. These facts together made for a lot of uncertainty and concern. The Irylid feared his master would be taken over, mind, body and soul. "But Miro, it spreads, and it has a mind. A parasite as such, it seems likely it aims to consume your body and claim it for its own. This consciousness communicates with you often, like I do?" The truth was that it could, but since the discovery had been made of its expansion, it rarely did. It passively made attempts to manipulate the host's thoughts and feelings to achieve desired actions. Ink planned to be forgotten once again so that it might continue to spread.

"I have dealt with Ink, and it doesn't bother me anymore. I have halted its spread and since its intentions were revealed. With its motive identified, it can bear no more threat to me. You needn't worry, I am more than capable of dealing with it. Trust in your master Ender." Ender was hesitant, but accepted what was said as if it was an order. He would put his faith in his master, for he had guided them well so far, and was able to keep the identity of the arm hidden until now. "Of course master, I am well aware. It makes me proud to be attached to such a capable wizard. No matter the situation, you always rise above it. There is no obstacle you fail to rise above and conquer."

At least Miro settled things with his partner, and had managed to collect his thoughts quite well. The strain of Hypnotism had passed, and though he was not itching to stress himself again, he could cast when necessary. The Reimancer turned back to Lessomm and brushed his hair back. "I am quite sorry for that." He looked down at the floor for a moment and spoke in a soft voice. "However there is more than just that. I have a very dark secret, one even more so than my arm. While in Alvadas, I often used my earned money to purchase rare and valuable items. Items with a rich history and fine craftsmanship."

The undead gestured to his mask, and then to his hand itself. "My mask, among other items, they are very expensive. I purchased them from a reputable shop in Alvadas, one who claimed an impressive history for each item. He spun a legendary tale to sell them for his outrageous prices, but what he did not tell me the truth of their origins." Miro channeled an emotional response of shock through his voice with his next line. "The truth is that the items were of a world magic, Malediction, and held supernatural effects." He prepared one more emotional response and paired it with a suggestion. This would have to sell it for him.

The words would begin by pushing the emotion of fear, but would also leave behind a subconscious message. He spoke in an alarming and frightful tone. "These exotic rarities were made from remains, and were cursed items!" The suggestion imparted, "How awful it would be to be cursed. Miro truly has had a hard time and he needs my support." Casting both spells at once caused him to stagger for a moment and lose his train of thought. After gathering his mind again he decided to refrain from casting any more Hypnotism for the rest of their session. "It is the reason my face is now this mask. The item has bonded to me and refuses to come off."

The Chained One prepared to finish, though he did not know how Lessomm might react. Even with the sold pity, there were some things that people could not handle. "And the cursed effects they issue on me, they're horrid. Afflictions such as magical curses are unable to be completely resisted. And as I have found, they can bring one to do things they would never do otherwise." A sense of desperation found its way into the undead's voice. "Know that it is out of my control, and though what I will tell you is shocking, I am still the same person you have gotten to know, and I feel like I have known you for seasons already." Miro hesitated and drew in one last deep breath. He held it in for some time before heaving out a long heavy sigh. "I am cursed to crave human flesh. I resist the effect to the best of my ability, but must give in and feed on rare occasions."

Miro had ignored the comment of continuing their training to finish his reply, but kept it in mind. He would wait to receive a reaction before continuing. Though he did decide for himself how to proceed with the lesson. He knew exactly how they should finish the day out. Begin with reteaching and practicing the lesson of the day before, and advance from there. There was much more new ground to be covered, and indeed an experiment to be performed. How Shielding was Glyphed was a curious question to ask, and it was one that the wizard hoped to find answered. To have a means of protection stashed away in a scroll had a great advantage. It would be useful to confirm and master.

[Lessomm]

Lessomm was honored as his master started to talk about things he hadn't spoken with anyone else about. At the mentioning of scars that his master bore, Lessomm's hand moved up to the side of his face and his gloved fingers touched lightly upon his own scar, cutting down from his hair, over his temple, and disappearing into his ear. He listened carefully to his master, trying to understand, or at least grasp, what his master was telling him. He could understand his master's position. Lessomm felt pride swelling within him as he learned that he was doing a great service towards his master simply by being himself. When his master started talking more about himself and being an undead, Lessomm found that the information he was hearing was beyond his own mind. It was difficult to comprehend all these mentions of Uldr, Chained Ones and gnosis marks. He felt sad for his master, having to live in such a difficult world, with so many things demanding his time and parts of his life. It was difficult for the servant to imagine his master as an undead of the stories. His appearance was quite undead but underneath Miro was a good person, kind and friendly to those who deserved it. As his master continued to talk about himself and open up to his servant, Lessomm found himself honored by the information shared. Never had he suspected that his master had so many problems of his own, things Lessomm couldn't help with at all. He tried to emphatize with his master's situation but it was simply over his head. He couldn't even come close to understanding the daily struggle his master went through just to live his life. He was glad to say that his master, even with all these troubles and hurdles, had turned out a good person who tried his best to help other become better as well. Lessomm one of those lucky others, having been taking into apprenticeship by his master in all things magical. He watched in silence as his master seemed to think about something. It happened often and Lessomm wondered if his master was trying to prevent old memories from resurfacing, if he was trying to remember or if he just lost his own thoughts every now and then and had to take a moment to gather them. There were many things the servant didn't know about the undead or his own master. At least today he had learned a few very interesting secrets. Secrets he swore he would keep to himself, to protect the trust his master had put in him. Lessomm nodded quietly at his master's apology for the sudden silence. Even the ever professional personal assistant had to raise his eyebrow at the news of even worse and darker secrets than an alien entity living inside of ones own body. He had heard of malediction as a world magic and had heard the items made with them were cursed and deadly. He wondered what had driven his master to buy a malediction item in the first place. Everyone knew all those items were cursed. But he couldn't blame his master. It was horrible to become cursed like that, unable to remove the mask from his face. Nobody would ever see his master's true face ever again. Lessomm found himself wanting to help his master even more after hearing his tales. After his master finished talking, trying to reassure Lessomm that his master was still the same, even with the knowledge of his secrets shared, Lessomm was quiet for a while, looking at his master as if trying to determine something. Somewhere in his mind, Lessomm could tell he was at a crossroads, a moment for a choice. A big decision that would change his life forever, for better or for worse. Still heavily influenced by all the hypnotism he had undergone over the past days, Lessomm felt strong emotions bubble up from inside, telling him to protect his master from all the dangers of the outside world. If it hadn't been for the fact that his master was both a master wizard and an undead, Lessomm might have been able to see him for what he really was. A young man, even younger than the Eypharian himself, scared and alone in the big bad world. Lessomm stood quietly for a moment as his thoughts went over everything he had heard. He mulled over his possible answers and decisions, weighed them off against each other and finally came to the right one. He suddenly dropped down on his left knee and crossed his arm over his chest for his signature bow. With his eyes firmly on the ground, the young servant spoke. "You are my master." Four words, heavy with emotion, laden with as much meaning as an entire promise all together. Master, Whatever secrets you have, whatever dark desires you fight. Command me. Use me as you see fit. And know that your secrets are safe with me. If ever there is anything that you need, please, master, call on your faitful servant and it will be done. A promise that bound Lessomm to his master and set the young Eypharian on one of the roads of his crossroad. There was never even a sliver of doubt in his mind as the servant accepted his fate.

[Miro]

Surprisingly enough the servant took the news better than anyone could realistically expect. In the world Miro was raised, such a shady character as a master undead wizard meant that you were going to run into some trouble. However Lessomm was naive and had a habit to look for good in people. It kept him blinded and noble, which made the man perfect. And he was a genuine and true man, so in kind the master would return such a gesture of trust. Though the master's own was a twisted sort. He sought to control beyond what was necessary.

The Chained One moved to his table and opened one of his cased scrolls and opened it. Drawn upon it was a stylish sigil in the shape of a flower, and the wizard could feel the charged spell within it. He turned to Lessomm with a smirk. How he adored an action as bold as the bow performed out of sheer loyalty. Those four words so simple, yet perfectly chosen. It was a shame, for no apprentice the Reimancer had taken thus far had truly shown that service, for money or power or anything offered. The servant seemed to enjoy being a crutch that the undead so desperately needed.

"This Lessomm is a sigil I crafted some time ago. I created it in hopes that it might help Ender to feel better, but I think you deserve its contents instead. I would be honored if you would use it. Just place your hand on the center rune and it will activate. With all that you give me, I feel the need to give something back. It is not often I get a chance to do much good these days." The contents of this scroll were in fact suggestions and emotional responses stored by the Hypnotist. The hypnotic effects would indeed push in positive emotions, but also suggested themes to inspire loyalty and trust and care for Miro. Already it seemed the servant seemed to enjoy serving his master. This scroll would only give depth to such a service.

Though even if he would not take it, it hardly mattered. It could only really be taken as an act of kindness, or maybe mercy, or perhaps more a means to make a willing slave. However any reasoned or justified it, the end result was mutually beneficial. Perhaps with the wizard sure he got the better deal. But what person wouldn't want to be made perfect by a more powerful mind. Those without magic truly were ignorant and blind. Those who knew not the touch of a god, the ways of world magic or the journey of personal magic were lost. To be found was the greatest gift one could give.

And Miro could give it all. Any who accepted Uldr could serve with him for all eternity. Those who wished to seek the path of world magic could take up many disciplines under his tutelage. And of course the path of personal magic was a specialization of his. He was the greatest Reimancer that ever lived, as far as he knew. His mastery of personal magic was something few could match in this world. Though at times his teaching abilities left a lot to be desired. Still any who worked with him long enough could rise to greatness under him. More than anything he sought a soul to shape to perfection under his care.

"You should fetch my Glyphing bag indeed, for I will teach you now how to create a Rose Sigil. It is the technique which I showed you before, one with a specific focus. It allows a wizard to store several small personal magic spells, and to combine their effects to create a greater combination. One could attempt to perhaps store Reimancy elements to create new elements, or take Hypnotism effects and give them a greater effect, as I did in my own sigil. Of course one could always attempt to cross disciplines and tread territory unstudied. Such things always carry risk, as effects can be unpredictable. I could not tell you how a lightning spell and Flux spell mix, but I imagine that it does something interesting."

Ender was somewhat annoyed by the entire display, though he would not show it. There was as always a lesson to be learned by just observing. The way that curse spread across his master's body, he feared what it meant when it overtook him. It even seemed to torment the already twisted mind of the wizard. The Irylid truly feared what it meant to be bound to something worse than Miro. The Familiar put that aside however. He still sought to win out his master's affection. "You know master, I am well aware of you intentions for the servant. Turn him into your slave who will satisfy your need for domination and power. Perfectly dominated and constantly becoming more powerful."

Miro was in return annoyed by his partner's interruption. "Indeed you are right, but it does not take an Irylid's sight to see that. In fact, I am still wondering why you would say anything so pointless. Have you anything beyond the obvious to point out?" A rather wicked response, however one the Familiar was used to. It was cushioned by the fact that he did have something more to point out. "I am also aware you do not wish to spoil his mind with hatred of you. For this reason you will not force Reimancy on him, nor Leeching. But do you forget, I am a Leecher, and I am not you. I would gladly be the villain if it meant earning you more power. I will serve you above all others."

A burn rose up in the chest of the undead. He knew what it would mean to have the servant initiated into the discipline. How powerful it could make him, and how much more useful he would be. Command Ender, manipulate Lessomm, dominate them both. Ender uses Leeching for once and Lessomm is initiated, both more powerful. Could he resist? So obviously the Familiar was manipulating his master's weaknesses, but doing it so well. It was an act to force domination. "I will attach to his wrist, and you only need to give the order. Do not worry though, I will take all the blame." It was a damning temptation. In truth he knew the urge could not be beaten, and he would give in, as he always did.

Ender unsealed himself from his master and began to move toward Lessomm. The Hypnotist instinctively backed the ploy with an emotional response of flattery in his words. "Ender has told me he wishes to seal himself on your wrist for some time. He wishes to better understand you. It seems he has taken a liking to you, for I have never seen him act this way." The Familiar hovered to try to make contact with a wrist and seal himself upon it. "In the form he wishes to take he can not speak, but I can still communicate with him." Could Miro really do this to a perfect servant? He wasn't sure that he could resist it.

[Lessomm]

Lessomm stood up from his kneeling position and looked intently at his master. While the creature before him was indeed a monster in appearance, Lessomm could not understand how anyone would reject him. Miro had been nothing but kind towards the Eypharian and had given him a chance to learn from a master magician. Lessomm lowered his eyes and focused somewhere on the wall behind Miro as the undead walked to the table. From the table, Miro introduced a very intricate design of a glyph to the servant. To Lessomm the design was beyond anything he could have ever dreamt off but to Miro it was worth less enough to grant it to his servant. Knowing what it would do to the glyph should he accept it, Lessomm shook his head and stepped back. "Master, I am honored that you would grant me this gift but I could not bear the thought of being the one who destroyed it by accepting it." Lessomm kept himself at a distance from his master, not because he feared an attack but because he feared his master would place the glyphed scroll in his hands and he wouldn't deny him then. He was glad when the command came and walked towards teh chest where the glyphing bag was kept. Carefully, Lessomm lifted the bag out of the chest and placed it on the table, opening it and displaying the contents on the table. He listened intently to the explenation of the Rose Sigil and the possibility of using a glyph to mix magic. While the idea of it sounded interesting, Lessomm was skilled enough to know how dangerous it was to mix things like that. Even knowing the dangers, a small smile appeared on the servant's lips as his master visualized the possibilites by mixing a reimancy element with an inner magic like the Flux. His smile was not returned, however, as Miro seemed annoyed at something. His eyes, the only part of his face visible from behind the mask, were distant, as if looking right through the servant. Lessomm had learned rather quickly not to disturb his master in moments like these. Usually they ended in something new or a comment towards Lessomm that meant a lot to him. He waited for the few ticks his master was silently staring and was surprised to hear what came next. Without a second thought, Lessomm stretched out his arm towards the orb of ice that floated towards him. "Of course, Ender. Please." Like a flaconeer, Lessomm bend his arm and held it out for the familiar to land on it and seal himself on the servant. While he wasn't quite sure what it meant, the fact that the familiar had taken a liking to the servant was important to the Eypharian. Both of them served Miro, albeit in different capacities. Lessomm felt flattered as the cold, icy creature attached itself to the servant's arm. At first the feeling was difficult to accept and it sent a shiver up Lessomm's spine but a moment after the feeling subsided and Lessomm smiled into the solid ice around his wrist.

[Miro]

Miro frowned at being denied by the servant, but did not let it overwhelm him. The sigil was a great example of the technique, and would have a great amount of use in its current form. Not just to be observed once and used, but as a reference for the future. Though it was made with a purpose, and it was not that purpose. The technique was one known, and easily replicated. It was made to spread domination, and now it had a proper target to be used on. But Lessomm would never witness his master force anything on him.

Unfortunately for the Eypharian however, his master would force things on him that he did not know of. Leeching was not going to be taken willingly, and the limits of their relationship did not include intervention of something unwanted happening to the servant. It was just expected that the wizard would stop it were it in his power. However in their relationship it was expected that Miro would act in Lessomm's best interest. Truly with all each discipline of magic added, to allow the initiation was best for everyone.

And though Ender made it so that his master was forced to actually give the order, to have the action be of his consequence, the Irylid knew better. It was all a play at the mind, to win affections through feeding his master's addiction. It was not as if the wizard couldn't realize the play being made, in fact he knew well. This did not change the fact that he was powerless to deny such an opportunity. It was Uldr's will, and what was a Chained One, if not an extension of this. And when Ender wished to serve as an extension of Miro's own will, his master would hardly deny him.

"Do it," the telepathic command was issued. Ender had what he wanted now, but considered his options. It was entirely possible that he could work against his master and tell the servant of his master's command. Such a thing seemed to bring no positive outcome though. He could refuse and perhaps seek to earn the servant's favor, attempt to use him as leverage. But no, the fool was loyal to his master. This was an appearance the Irylid wished to feign as well. There was no outcome more beneficial than the one negotiated, so it would be the one chosen.

Ender began to focus on his Djed to pull it to the surface and begin to spew a thick liquid Res. The white substance seemingly came from nowhere and poured all about Lessomm's wrist before it was transmuted into a sheath of ice. It was to protect him from any damage as a result of the initiation. It was certainly bound to cause some sort of suspicion from the host, were he given time to react. The Irylid began to focus on the ability he despised so much and focus on the contact with the bare flesh. He began to pull Djed from Lessomm and store it within his icy body.

The ability was sickening, as was the Djed taken in. It made the Familiar uneasy, slightly dizzy, and very anxious. Nothing about the magic felt at all right. In fact it felt very wrong, harmful even. But it was a process written into the Irylid's very instinct, and it came so naturally. It only took several ticks before the flow began to feel strained, and in less than half a chime Lessomm would be sucked dry. Ender knew that once it started it would not stop until it was over.

Meanwhile Miro was determined to see everything go through. He knew the moment the Res came out what would follow. Truly he wanted to witness to the effect, to see another perform an initiation before his eyes. It was not often a gift given out. Those Leeched were most often killed. This was a rare treat, one that could not be misssed. The Aurist cast his Djed to attune himself with Lessomm's aura.

The process came quite easily, as the servant was rather open with Miro, and he was easy to adjust to. Immediately it was obvious that the man did in fact enjoy his master's company, and serving him. He did take pride, truly, with trust and loyalty. But then the effect began to happen. The sight of Ender's own aura could not be completely ignored, but the wizard knew better than to attempt to read it.

Ender was a natural at Leeching, and Lessomm did not have all that much to take. Unlike the uninitiated, but weaker than any initiate drained on Sahova, it seemed Lessomm would begin to feel weak immediately. The shock of the drain usually resulted in either wild panic or paralysis. More often the latter, as the fatigue is quick to set in. The aura quickly became frantic and hard to read as it frittered away. Eventually the ability to read it was lost, and the Aurist's mind was hit by a wave of shock.

The Leecher remembered his initiation, tricked by Rayage. A handshake turned into a theft. The wizard could not let go, and felt the life drain from his body. First he was on his knees, then his face on the ground, then just pain. No, not pain, sheer misery. A body and soul drained to their very core. This was not just normal pain, no, this was something else. Reimancy was horrible, especially as such a young and naive child. This however was something on par with being killed, as the Chained One had experienced, but extended over the length of a week. To survive, for once, Lessomm would need Miro.

And his master would gladly give it to him. Once finally the Eypharian was rendered unconscious Miro tapped his mark of Ice Reaving and melted the ice around Ender. The Familiar immediately returned to his natural form while the wizard knelt to lift the man. He secured his arm under the man and then focused his Djed for a chain of quick redirections. He pulled Djed from the pathways in his legs up through his back and pulled their strength into his arm. With it he was able to begin to lift the limp body up over his shoulder. As the arm reached its peak, he began to reverse the redirection to leave his arm and borrow from it to support his back and legs to stand.

Finally Miro stood with Lessomm and his Djed flux at equilibrium. The servant was carried to the bed and tucked in. The poor soul would be unconscious for some time, likely not until the sun was to set and rise again. And even then his body would be too sore to lift a limb. Likely unable to even speak. But just maybe through all the pain he could hear. The soft melody of Hypnotism would bathe his mind in the spring of Djed and inspire love for Miro. The kind that would give him a light in the coming days of care. A time where Ender had betrayed him, but his master had saved him.

The Leecher claimed the Rose Sigil from the ground and carried it to the bed. He opened it and palmed the parchment directly onto the unconscious Eypharian's forehead. It would later be explained that the scroll was used in an attempt to make Ender obey, but the Familiar was plenty loyal already. The scroll would unleash emotional responses attached to suggestions. Feelings of love, respect, happiness and pleasure attached to subconscious messages. They would assure the servant that serving Miro brought these feelings. To please his master was to please himself.

Ender triumphantly returned to his master's wrist. "Alone you can only do so much, but together our capabilities double. I am one way, you are another, but we share a cause. Truly neither of us can be complete without the other, and I am an extension of your will. Make me your prime servant, as well as your most trusted ally. The person who's opinion matters most, for I only mean to serve you better. Use me as an extension of your domination and allow me to better gather power for you." Miro smirked, "Well when you say it like that..."

oocWith permission of Lessomm to assume success of Leeching