NecroSpankee (Wizard9876)

[RavenSaint]

Magic is amazing. Magic is a blessing that the gods and goddesses have blessed all us mortals with. Words like these are often spoken by the Grand Mage Academy at the city of Bellthorpe. Both the city and academy are so well known that various people of various races from across the globe try to get there. So can you imagine the scandal relating to being the one and only person to have ever been expelled from the Academy?

That is what welcomed Isabella von Peach the moment she was kicked out. Who is this raven haired beauty? A cursed half breed according to some snobs at the academy. For Isabella is only half drow from her father...as her mother is succubus who was exiled for her choice of vegetarianism. But such an upbringing could be overlooked...

Miss Peach's fascination in the supposedly demonic art of necromancy is what the academy couldn't accept and booted her out the moment she managed to summon a skeletal cat to give as a companion to a lonely child.

"You'll see...I'll become the greatest mage to have ever lived!" was the last words Isabella used before being thrown out from the academy. And now she is living in a rather run down bedsit in one of Bellthorpe's smaller streets. Being a two room house, with one of them being solely a bathroom, it isn't much to be honest but it is what Miss Peach could afford on the monthly money her parents transfer to her bank account.

Not that any of this has stopped the wannabe Necromancer from trying to practice her magic. "Okay...stones are all arranged, candles are safely lit this time, windows are closed to prevent a gust of wind to blow out the candles, pentagram-" she glances at a very shoddily drawn image that looks nothing like a proper pentagram, momentarily cursing her absolutely atrocious artist skills "-should be good enough...now what were those words again?" Isabella - wearing thigh high blue and gold high heel boots and one piece leather corset outfit handmade by her own mother - mumbles to herself before clicking her finger. "That's it! At least I think this is it...erm...Möge meine Seele dein Tor sein und deine Kraft meine Stütze. Durch meine Lungen atmen wir und durch mein Herz bluten wir. Ich rufe dich an..."

BOOM!

The pentagram burst into black smoke, immediately causing Isabella to cough as her vision is momentarily blinded. "Oh for fuck's sake! I thought I got it goddamn right this time!" the woman who is very short at five foot one inch tall grumbled as she manages to move her way to one of the windows and push it open to get the smoke to leave, unfortunatetly causing herself to bend over the windowsill in the process so she could fully push the windows open.

(Roughly basing Isabella's appearance on: https://animeotk.com/gallery/showphoto.php/photo/85947)

[Wizard9876]

Of course, unknown to the young magic user, the spell had in fact worked, though not in the way that she had hoped. A dark red light started to illuminate from the pentagram, just behind the woman, a hand slowly coming up from the image. Another hand followed and together the hands would push themselves upwards, hefting up a body that was silhouetted by the smoke. When the smoke cleared, the body was revealed to belong to a rather large man who seemed to take up the whole room. He stood at around six feet and eight inches, and seemed to be entirely built for combat. He was shirtless, revealing a row of muscles, wearing instead a simple red cape that drawn over his shoulders, the bottom half having torn from combat. He carried a sword at his side and an axe on his back. The man had deep bronze skin, dark hair that was tied in a warrior’s ponytail, and calculating eyes that scanned the area he was in. After a moment, he spotted the woman who was currently bending over the window sill and made his way to her.

“You, woman, tell me how I got here,” his voice boomed as he started to approach her. That last thing he could remember was fighting with an enemy soldier before an arrow struck him in the chest. Now he was here, unaware of how he had gotten here or even where he was.

[RavenSaint]

From her reaction to what the raven haired beauty assumed to be yet another failure, perhaps Isabella has much experience...in failing when it goes to spells above the basic, at least according to skilled necromancers, reanimate bones. Maybe Miss von Peach should try learning how to actually draw the pentagram required instead of constantly trying and failing over and over again. Surely the city's fire department would absolutely appreciate it. Then again they are paid each time they're called out so probably the Bellthorpe royal family would appreciate it more.

'You, woman'

So suddenly hearing quite a booming voice from seemingly out of nowhere caught the half drow completely off guard. To a point making Isabella slip and land fully bent over the window sill. No the young magic user wasn't trapped but it took her a lot of wiggling and shaking, inadvertently maing her generously gelatinous globes wobble and jiggle about in the process, before Isabella could get down onto her feet and turn around...only to immediately freeze at the sight of the towering male.

Was it fear?

"I-I-I-IT FINALLY WORKED!!!" nope, instead the half drow half succubus seem excited if anything as she quickly move around the bronze boy, as if fully examining how he looks. "After so long of trying to gather the items needed and remembering the words that summoning spell worked! And the fact he is a good looking person as well is such an unexpected but sweet bonus," Isabella whispered the last few words to herself before remembering that this stranger asked a question. "Hello there, I am Isabella von Peach, the greatest necromancer in all the land-" even though her home clearly looks more like something for a newcomer struggling with magic than an actually experienced necromancer "-and I managed to summon you back from the dead to..." Isabella suddenly paused and quickly looked away, inadvertently giving the stranger another chance to look at her fleshy orbs. "Shit! I was so focused on trying to summon someone from the dead I never decided what I'd do once I succeeded...maybe he could serve me?" von Peach mumbled to herself before turning back to face the face. "Ahem, I managed to summon you back from the dead and welcome to my home. It may not be much but sooner or later I'm sure I'll be able to afford better accommodation here at Bellthorpe...

Oh yeah, I don't know what you know so erm...as my first command as your Master-" the way Isabella said 'Master' sounds completely like she was trying hard to look better than what her appearance portrays "-I'd like you to tell me a little about yourself."

[Wizard9876]

As he watched the girl fall, he started to wonder if she was even the reason he had been brought here in the first place. Perhaps it had just been a bad dream, though he hadn’t remembered falling asleep, and it certainly couldn’t explain why he’d been taken to what he assumed was this woman’s home. While she introduced herself, he would try to get his bearings. It seemed he had been correct in his assumption that he’d been fighting before, given she had brought him back from the dead, but why would he be here and not somewhere that required his skills? He supposed he’d get answers to that eventually, now turning his eyes to the necromancer. She was rather beautiful, and her hips matched those of the women back where he had resided in life. Well, if he wouldn’t be fighting, perhaps he could claim her. Though that would come later, after he had gotten answers.

“I’ll tell you, but let me make this clear,” he said as he started to approach her. “I am no one’s servant. My only master are the gods above. I am a warrior from a nomadic tribe. My name is Keeton the berserker. Now you tell me, why did you bring me here? And who are you?”

[RavenSaint]

In her excitement Isabella has completedly failed in thinking about what if the thing she manages to summon struggles with its new location. After all, all she knows, this person could've been an emperor and now some dainty, but massive mooned, magician is trying to claim ownership over them.

'I’ll tell you, but let me make this clear'

With how much this man towers over her, as well as how visually obvious it was that Keeton can easily overpower the enticing elf, no one could exactly blame the big bottomed beauty for nervously trying to back away from him. "O-O-Okay..." squeaked out the stutterer's lips in response to the warrior mentioning how he is 'no one's servant', potentially showing both a bit of fear towards the male and how much of a potential pushover she could be. Little does the shortstack know if the male likes it or not as she hears him introduce himself. "Keeton the berserker...I'm guessing you didn't get that name for patience..." was an incredibly awkward attempt to joke before the pointed ear woman speaks up. "My name is Isabella von Peach...my father is a dark elf and my mother's a succubus...and I've been practicing to be a necromancer...and, well, I managed to summon you here...basically because I wanted to be able to summon something cool and further prove that necromancy isn't as bad as most people claim it is..." she softly admits while shuffling on her feet.