Adamant Blood

Mark landed in an emotional whirlpool when they landed at the Green House, as small event after small event rushed at him, each little thing requiring his total emotional presence.

First, a trio of necromancers from Aluatha were there, each of them in some flowing black and grey robes. Addavein knew them all. Mark only knew one of them. Everyone knew the one that Mark knew, if they had spent any time in the settlement at all, and if they spent any time looking at the possibly-dangerous people with restricted powersets at the Arcanaeum. That category of researchers-into-the-dangerous included Lola and Sally and of course, Mark, who had last seen the guy when he was talking about that Ether Turtle.

It was the Spiritualist Tombsigh.

Rekaro Solari nodded at the Spiritualist, and Tombsigh nodded back; they would talk later about something having to do with the settlement, no doubt.

“Tombsigh!” Mark said, smiling a bit. “Hello again. I am guessing that Walaria pulled you out of the settlement at the last moment?”

Tombsigh nodded magnanimously. “Quite right, Mister Careed. I might not be a Skilled Necromancer, but I understand that you were pulling many different types of Skills from the undead hordes of Bittercap Mausoleum?”

“Ah? Is that what that place was called? Yes. I haven’t categorized all of them yet… Ah. That’s what you’re here for?”

Tombsigh and the other two guys bowed a little, as Tombsigh said, “Quite right. We’re aiming to tailor the Understanding Party to whatever you might have picked up, and I must say, when the news came down that this was happening quite a many of my fellows hoped that you picked up the Skill that they have, for not many of us are actually Talented Necromancers.”

“One second,” Mark said. “System Call. Display recently gathered Powers.”