The power of rebirth

A day turn into a week. Sassie´s family were glad to help the two companions, and offered to let them stay for as long as they wanted. At first it was just fatigue that kept you there, but it turned into a confortable arrangement for you as well.

The mornings and afternoons were filled with chores, and the evenings you reserved for your arcane studies. The Ancient Grimoire was no easy read, its study demanded will and self control. There were many secrets within its pages, but you already set your eyes in a specific goal. The power of Rebirth.

This spell was anathema to most other Necromantic spells, calling on the purity of the jade wind rather than the decay in the amethyst wind. It would set free shackles binding the restless dead, and direct them towards their next life. Without the negative power to deprive a living being of life, a small perk of this spell is that it had to be unleashed at the moment of conception of a new life.

After an entire week of study and meditation you felt ready to cast the spell. In the twilight hour you find yourself alone at the barn, lit candles bathing the interior with flickering light. Myrian, your brazen spirit guardian, couldnt stop laughing at the theatrics in the ritual, from your painted naked body to the pair of goats that volunteered for your ritual. You smirk at the irony, but these were the cards fate dealt you. Lassie mentioned in brief how the shegoat was in heat, when would your next chance be?

The jade wind carries a sweet fragance, quite unlike the coopery aftertaste your usual necromantic spells leave behind. The chant is more like a serenade to an old lover, your hands weave the charm in thin air. There is perfect peace, balance, harmony. And then, as if just to mock your efforts, the goats begin the only part that interested them.

A laugh, just behind you. The murdered king of Niran coarsely taunted you... "why, isnt that familiar? it was just a few days ago, except I am quite sure it was a halfling mounting a tramp back then. Oh, and she was much louder then this doe". His spectral hands caressed your back and shoulders, you tell yourself it is the cheer magnitude of the task that excites you so. "Is this why you called me? to witness your next debauchery? My darling, you neednt bother... I promise I am always looking"

Guile came easily "Is it so surprising, I was just unprepared for your lascive ways" The buck goat was furiously pounding the doe, you ignore the pang of envy. "I crave, I yearn, I... "your hands slide down your tights, memories of the Dark Knight´s musky smell moisten your desire. Your performance fascinated the murdered King, his drolling face could hardly register when your faked moans changed to the closing verses of an enchantment.

The buck goat shoots his sperm deep in the nanny´s womb, impregnating the female with the King´s spirit. You are left speechless for a little, but then starts to giggle maniacly, to the point you start coughing from lack of air. You take the Stygian dagger from its resting place, and store the weave of the spell in its eldritch repertoire.

Hurriedly doning your robes, you make to the house with all the haste, eager to tell Nathan of your deed. Myrian was equally impressed, and was gentle in her praise, a proud teacher watching his pupil outmaster him. Neither of you had any idea the opportunity to reincarnate her would be so close.