Very well considering the teacher

The academies sprawling maze of corridors were surprisingly easy to navigate to get to class Krakoa knowing the way part of the time.

Stepping inside the classroom with the small number of other students felt like a mistake, the whole room was cold and the air was heavy,but the smell wasn't as terrible as the students are making it out to be. Everyone takes their seat with Krakoa sitting next to you, a slight smile still showing on her face from this morning's adventures. The room darkens with an eerie silence accompanying it, Mortis steps out from a door in the side of the room, his footsteps barely more than a whisper.

Mortis stops in front of the class giving the class a glaring look, trying to find the first or maybe just another victim for the day. Stopping at timid looking half-elf he smiles lecherously, "You", pointing to him, "Tell me boy, what is necromancy?" In the question the boy looked as if he'd soil himself but he keeps together and stutters the answer, "i..its th..the magic of d..d..**** sir". Mortis gives a low, bone chilling chuckle "of course it is dear boy, of course, but what does it entail?" The half-elf composes himself quickly "It means that you can control, summon, and become the undead." Mortis smiles but shakes his head "Yes boy that is part of it but truely, what does being a wielder of it mean?"

His question got many of the students talking amongst themselves some think respect, some think a new pet but Mortis looks and listens and doesn't hear anything he likes. Without even looking he points directly at you, "You, wonder child, what does controlling the existence of life and **** mean?" The call out throws you off guard but even so you haven't thought about the question but your soul tells a different story. Without thinking the answer you believe shoots out "Power. Unlimited if you can handle and discover it." That must've been it because Mortis puts his hands to the air and says with relief, "Finally someone who gets it, one who truly understands how this is all connected." He seems to smile genuinely for a split second before back to cold and dead, he moves on to the rest of the class going on about the dangers and wonders of necromancy.

He speaks of grades and to pass all he says to do is "survive", let's hope he means metaphorically. Everyting else drags on though wity theoretical concepts and ideas, he smiles deviously before promsing live test subjects for next class's "practical application".

Class ends with everyone filing out very quickly and before you can escape the class too Mortis calls you over. "Not in 30 years has someone truely believed **** is the source of power, some say it but never feel it. She did say you were special, what's your name boy?" The questions hurts, you were never given a name and now with people who actually want you to have one you don't who to be. "I don't have one, I was never given one", the words blur together but he still gets the point. "Come after your classes and I will have the headmistress file you for one", he stares at you with curiosity and his usual coldness and general evil aura is barely felt, "now get out" there it is.

Stepping out into the halls very quickly you see no one in them, you need to find Krakoa to get to the next class. There's a noise in the next hall, maybe that's her.

Turning the corner you instantly panic and begin to move. An orc what seems to be a foot taller than you is **** Krakoa on her knees and her green skin is now turning blue, "Little bitch think small man is big, you no honor clan". She's clawing at him but she can barely do anything against the monster of the creature.

You have to help her now.