Multiple issues haunted Marzuk. It was no secret that his father was the highest on that list but he was not alone. One of the other complaints from the various voices clouding his mind was that of the inability to protect himself. Should something go down, how would he keep himself alive? He had yet to master the art of necromancy and had just begun his working of shadows.
The brand of necromancy that Nefas Khalid, Marzuk's father, enjoyed the most was using shadows in its art. The practice of taking something such as the absence of light and turning it in to a weapon always thrilled him. It was in this search to turn it in to a viable source of combat that Nefas created what was essentially naptha*. Then, Nefas would use it to flood in to a corpse that he wished to animate. It would cling on to its nervous system and essentially breathe life in to it, fed by nothing but shadows and malice. However, that version of necromancy was far off for the young Marzuk's ability. For now, he simply wished to control the shadow form of naptha and try to tailor it to suit his own needs. It was somewhat ironic that a person who had such pale skin and white hair would dabble in darkness rather than light.
Having secured himself a time within a training booth, Marzuk would enter with high expectations. After all he was the son of the High Adviser to the Emperor of Dozkeye, why wouldn't he have some kind of prowess in combat? While other students were off exploring the campus and meeting new people, Marzuk delved deeper in to his isolated complex that was so demanded of him by both his father and the other voices that wouldn't stop their yammering.
The room was secured for magical use and was made to keep any training exercises from getting out of control and causing some sort of explosion that compromised the structural integrity of the school. Its floor had a checker-pattern of black and white tiles with tall candelabras providing the only source of light. The walls were coated in red velvet tapestries and the ceiling seemed to stretch on forever in to darkness. The lack of fresh oxygen was a bit concerning, considering he would be playing with a possibly flammable spell...but he didn't care. All Marzuk wanted was to be able to walk around the school, or field trips for that matter, without worrying about having to be carried by another should something go down. No! He wanted to stand on his own two feet and not be drug around, hoping that his charge would defend him! That weakness simply sent shivers of pain down his spine and through his whole being. Now was the time to prove he was more than just some noble's spoiled kid...it would start here.
[spoiler:ruhgfbs5]Naptha, or 'greek fire', is a kind of oil that clung on to its target and refused to be scraped off. Not only that, but it could not be doused. The oil would burn even underwater. I've seen it spelled both naptha and napftha, in case anyone wants to check up on this.[/spoiler:ruhgfbs5]
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