“Finally !” he says to himself.
After he cleared the forest, the great spires came into view: huge, impressive and beautiful in their simplicity. He was always impressed with them. Although he could use the services of a wizard to get on the moon (druids can do that too, but he really leaves that as a last option), he preffers to use the spires whenever time is not an issue. He remembers first time he saw the spires, long time ago, in another land. He did not believe things that huge existed. He was so stunned that he almost died when that griffawn attacked him from behind. The scar on his back still itches from time to time.
As he approaches the spires, he notices the mass of people and creatures awaiting the teleportation. Sighing inwardly at the sight of so many people, he requests his shard from the Scion that wards the spires. This time they sent down here human female. He takes his shard and moves out of the way, watching her. While she is not a dark elf, he can’t help admiring her curvaceous body that her white robe does a poor job at covering. ‘Not bad at all‘ he thinks. Right then, as if she read his thoughts, she turns her head to him and shots him an icy glare, her deep blue eyes almost glowing. Noticing the bloody corpses not far from her feet, he suddenly decides he will keep further comments for himself.
He moves to one of the huge pilars and, leaning on it, waits patiently for the teleportation. Although he used the spires countless of times so far he still can’t get used to the crowd. You could find here all the races you could think of (and some you would not want to think of). From the big and disgusting trolls and ogres to the small and annoying halflings and gnomes. All kinds of clothes, colors, weapons, smells, growls, snarls. It was all here. It was a zoo, that’s what it was.
He remembers when this place was completely deserted (baring, of course, the ocasional wizard that was appearing every now and then). In those times nobody had any idea what the spires were and what was their use. Until, one day, one of those erudite wizards managed to use the power of the spires to open a portal during one of his experiments. This was a good thing, the dark elf thinks to himself, because the way to the Nexus was opened. More commercial opportunities, travel was easier. More zoo though. Because of the Nexus, herds of people started to pour in. But that could not be helped, he guesses.
He comes back to present, watching the crowd. At some distance from where he stands a group of filthy barbarians are laughing and drinking some liquid which has a very dubious color. One of them says something and the others roar in laughter again. The barbarian puts down his sword and grabs several throwing knives from his belt. He grins and his companions and then, suddenly, throws one knive at the female Scion. The knife reaches her, hits some invisible protective shield and just falls to the ground. The barbarians find this very funny and laugh again, spilling drink on the ground.
These things happened before and the dark elf knows that, eventually, more blood will be soaked into the ground. For some reason the Scions never moved when attacked, nobody knows why. They can not be harmed though. Taking another gulp from the bottle, the barbarian takes another knife and throws again. They laugh again. The Scion does not. She just stands there, motionless but watching the smelly thug intently. Taking another shot from the bottle, the barbarian staggers a bit (too much drink, thinks the dark elf) and grabs the arm of one of his companions so he can steady himself. But the other one just laughs and pushes him away. He stumbles but regains his balance after a few steps and, with some effort, stands up.
Only to be met by the beautiful and cold eyes of the Scion. In his stumbling, he moved too close the her. He does not even have time to blink. With blurring speed, faster than the mind can comprehend, her arm lashes out and she brutally applies one single devastating blow to his head. The barbarian is lifted clear off the ground and lands with a loud thump several feet away. Even from where the the necromancer is standing, he can clearly see that the barbarian’s plate helmet was simply smashed into his brain, the upper half of his head is now only a diformed mass of blood, oozing brains, pieces of metal and bone splinters. He was dead long before he hit the ground. There is a small comotion and the remaining barbarians (who are not laughing anymore) drag the corpse away.
The dark elf shakes his head and chuckles to himself. Some people never learn. Amusements like this one makes it almost worth it to be this close to the Zoo of people. The melodious voice of the Scion is suddenly heard, announcing that the teleportation will begin soon. There is movement in the zoo, people standing up, grabbing their packs, weapons, pets and gods know what else. Getting ready.
After a short while, it happens. The space between the spires is filled with a blue haze. Hot-white balls of light float high above the ground, slowly moving in a circle between the four pillars. Then faster, and faster until they are just a blur of light. The Scion’s body is suddenly engulfed by a column of light. Just before that light lifts off the ground and shots towards the skies, the necromancer feels every single cell parting his body and join the light.
There is a blinding flash of light then everything is over. The Zoo is gone.