Nirael could feel the magic flowing outwards from his body, the release of primal energy, his lips a conduit directly into the soul of Lunari his new lover.  With a gasp her body broke free.  Her balance broken momentarily, she clutched his shoulder as she regained her balance, then taking a deep breath smiled at him and tucked her inky voidcloth back around her hips to form the black loincloth covering her treasures.<br/><br/>But it was the necromancer who spoke first,<strong>"By the rotting eye of Vecna, I've never seen that type of magic.  What are you, mage, healer, some amalgam of the two?" </strong>Then almost to herself she added,<strong>"Definitely something you're not telling me."</strong><br/><br/>Mara resheathed her arrow in her quiver and taking one last look at the fallen ghouls nodded, "<strong>Aye, and that's for him to decide, but I mean no offense I'd like to get away from these undead beasts.  I keep expecting them to jump up and attack again."</strong><br/><br/>Lunari squeezed Nirael's shoulder one last time and agreed,<strong>"Yes lets get moving, We should make haste anyways.  We don't know how long our.... erm... shortcut.... will keep our friend off our tracks."</strong><br/><br/>Lunari's scimitar dissappeared into the magical gem on her bracer that stored her weapon and she pointed northwards, moving up stream without another word.  But it was the necromancer, Sirana, who fell in line directly behind the elf, her taloned fingers clacking lightly as she walked.  She turned her head over her shoulder to Nirael and said,<strong>"I get the impression you're the leader of this band, so why don't you tell me the story.  Why have you broken the agreement I had with the elves to stay out of this territory and what is it you are running from?  But most of all, what was that magic?"</strong>