Have Your Familiar Follow Instead

"Waste of time" you mutter to yourself, wondering why you even bothered checking the princess. What could a Brute want with a naked girl? "Just another comely maiden"

"Thy soul shall find itself alone" A sober voice quotes from nowhere " 'Mid dark thoughts of grey tomb-stone. Not one, of all the crowd, to pry into thine hour of secrecy" The cryptic, possibly inappropriate words hang in the air for tense moments.

"Bother me not with your irksome poetry, you rascal. I have enough letters to distract me from my studies." You crushes the paper in a ball and toss it away, and from the shadows emerge the owner of the sober voice. A rat, dark as midnight and with pure blood red eyes. Your familiar, who insists on being called Rat.

"It would be far easier to just save the girl and be done with it" regrettably the animal found uncommon joy in arguing your decisions "Next he will be sending Knights and Paladins, and who ever heard of an innocent necromancer?"

"That would just encourage them to seek me out whenever they have a problem.Besides, I can always add a few more bodies to my undead army" You begin to storm out of the room, but the tinny steps hurried behind you

"Or they could interrupt you at an embarrassing time again. Do you remember the time when you were 'educating' that gorgeous banshee you called apprentice" Lenore. She was a screamer, a slutty masochist that fucked you dry of knowledge and sperm. On that occasion the vixen convinced you to spare the helpless heroes, pretending to sacrifice her innocence when all that she desired was just an audience. And the bitch dumped you.

"Enough!" you snap "Your wisdom benefit me much, and it is regrettable I will have to pursue my studies without it. Now begone!"

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The Rat
18 HD familiar

Str: 2
Dex: 15
Con: 11
Int: 24
Wis: 13
Cha: 14 (it is a cute rat)

HP: 54
AC: 23
spell resistance 23
Weapon: Bite, 1d3-4, Command undead, Ghoul Touch.