<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF4000">Archibald, the Puppet Master</span></div></span><br/><br/>While still standing within the deep caverns that had been cut into the mountain, Archibald caught sight of an undead fowl that entered the area, flying to the puppet master before floating gracefully, as if it were unaffected by its current state of nonliving, before him. The bird's body was tainted in a way that could easily tell the necromancer that it had been brought back to life through the means of King Damien, as all magic leaves a distinct trace of the user except for those traces that are attempted to be hidden in some way. The taint can almost always be easily identified by those who are masters in the art of magic and even some of the less distinguished arcane artists can see it as well. However, those with no ties to the magical world are almost completely left in the dark when it comes to this unless they have aid from some spell or special relic of some sort.<br/><br/>Archibald let out a deep sigh when he identified the markings, lifting his arm into the air to allow the bird to perch upon it. Doing so, the messenger placed its beak to the ear of the old man and let out a low pitched noise that sounded almost like a hum. This hum was in fact a message from the king for the archmage to meet with him in his office.<span style="color: #FF4000">"Another task for me, no doubt,"</span>his low monotone voice expressing his feeling of inconvenience at the order as he spoke just loud enough for the bird to hear, though speaking to nothing in general. He waved his arm to dismiss the bird and reached into a rather large satchel he had hanging from his shoulder, pulling out a rather thick leather-bound book with red yard wrapped around it. Undoing the yarn, Archibald opens the cover and whispers to the book,<span style="color: #FF4000">"Recolo."</span>The book then floats from its master's hands and begins flipping pages quickly but in a controlled manner. Once the book is opened to the correct page a dark green aura pulsates from the writings and runes dance from the page before floating in the air, circling around the sorcerer that spoke the magical word.<br/><br/>A few moments have passed and the book closes itself back up, the red yarn once again wrapping around the covers. The book then falls back into the hands of Archibald who now finds himself in the middle of his arcane workshop in the castle. Using the recall spell allowed him to travel the great distance to hear from the mountains in a matter of a spoken word. For most mages, this spell would cost them quite a bit of energy and would require much rest in order to replenish their strength. However, the archmage has been used to spells such as this and needed no such rest at all as the spell was mere child's play to him. He stood in the middle of the room for a moment thinking about what the king could possibly have in store for him. He leaves the workshop and treks through the hallways of the castle before making it to the doorway with leads to the king's office. Once he enters, he sees King Damien sitting at his desk with food spread out,<span style="color: #FF4000">"You summoned me, your highness?"</span>