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Region: The Mystical Council
"Feeeeeh, Dark Magicks, what do these people know of Dark Magicks?" she said as she busied herself with directing her little cohort of helpers; Several skeletons whose spirits had been obliging enough to reinhabit their former vessel with Thanelly's help were busy doing chores all around her, industrious as if they were being paid to do it. Many considered necromancy to be difficult, but it's only particularly difficult if you don't think to ask before you shove a soul back into a corpse or manifest it semi-physically. Thanelly had a theory that the reason undead had such a bad image among the mundane and the magically inclined alike was that most practitioners of Necromancy weren't the sort to whom asking nicely came naturally.
"You don't seem particularly dark to me." She said as an animated skeleton with half a lower arm missing passed by. The skeleton grinned over at her with wide eyes -an expression that all skeletons share- and gave a little shrug before continuing with its work moving old decrepit books into a chest. The tower was still in pretty good shape for what it had been through, but without any help the housekeeping alone would have kept her busy for a week, "I'm going to need to start educating people around here about proper, respectable necromancy it seems."
She summoned a quill and walked over to a desk, a piece of paper floating over casually to rest in front of her before she began to pen a reply:
I have received and read your letter, and I greatly appreciate your welcome. I look forward to working with those of you who have already arrived, as well as any future residents that may come seeking to make their mark on this place. I will comply with your request for now, but I will most assuredly be seeking to assuage the concerns and fears of the peasantry in regard to the presence of my helpers in this realm. I'm sure that once they are introduced to the terrible banality of what I do and educated as to how the spirits behave when treated with respect, they will be fleeing from me from boredom rather than fear.
I shall make my way to the grove at once. Please pay proper respects to the messenger.
Thannely
With that she closed her eyes and reached out to the domain where spirits resided full time, more or less; It was somewhat more difficult when one didn't have a physical vessel for them to inhabit, but with enough patience it wasn't impractical by any means to enlist the help of a roaming individual or two to make them manifest and do an errand or two. She did just that, and imparted just enough power into her newest helper that it could effect the physical world as a stiff breeze might, "Send this to Diviciacus in the Grove please." she told it, giving it appropriate directions before tossing the letter out the window and watching it drift along with the wind to its destination.
And with that, she started preparing herself for a long walk.