"That's an interesting question, spirit, considering what I promised you. How else would a being such as you be able to feel anything without a body? This person failed me in his duties, so I believe you deserve his body more than he does."
The guard, sitting against the wall, began to tremble all the more, "M-master...?"
"Yes, I was," Rumaris cut him off, "until you decided that hiding was a better option than obeying my will."
"But, e-everyone else was k-kil..."
"Killed? Yes, well, it just goes to show their incompetence. I'm sure you'll be glad to join them, shortly." The man started blubbering incoherently as he slowly began to understand that his surviving had been for naught. "Oh, honestly," Rumaris sighed, "is that really the best way you can think of to leave the world? I should really think about investing in higher quality mercenaries for my guards from now on."
The mage had slowly been wandering away from the man toward Saria and Nywin. He quickly switched his staff to his left hand and deftly swung around to plant his right hand in Saria's chest. Oddly enough, he lifted her off the floor as he spun completely back around to face the crying guard. Saria was stuck to the mage's hand, which was glowing faintly black. He eyed her knowingly and mumbled in a creepily comforting tone, "No worries, spirit. You'll have a body soon." He spoke not to confirm the obvious, but to reassure her. He knew that even she must be feeling the cold touch of his hand as it radiated necromantic energy. He knew not if she'd ever felt the embrace of death, or if she even remembered the feeling, if that was indeed how she had gained her spiritual form, but his touch now would most certainly be very similar to that grasping clutch of impending doom that approaching death produced.
His gaze shot back to the guard, piercing and flat once again. He pointed his staff at the man and declared, "I'll need you to stand for this." No sooner had he said so when a bolt of blue light leapt from the staff and enveloped the guard. Wide-eyed with terror, the man stood and wandered mechanically a few feet away from the wall, as if not of his own will. As the mage approached him, fear overrode his bladder control, and a dark stain spread over the front of his pants. The mage sneered menacingly at the display and thrust his right hand and Saria before him and into the man's chest. Saria seemed to pass right through the body, but closer inspection showed a spirit version of the man passing out the back, as if the entrance of Saria's spirit had forcefully pushed out the man's very soul, which at this moment was drifting about behind his old body. A few sorcerous words from Rumaris and a black pulse caused the man's body to stiffen before falling loosely to the floor.
The man's soul looked a little disoriented until Rumaris directed his eyes at it. It noticed and set to wailing frightfully. The mage frowned, "As for you, I have no need for any waste material. Taking the staff in his right once more, Rumaris blasted the soul with white light. The holy magic would be more than enough to banish the wandering spirit from his mansion, and was probably even enough to send it off to the afterlife. Looking down at the crumpled body of his old guard, Rumaris waited for the spirit to take control of her new vessel.
OOC: Darkclaw, i'll let you decide what the man looks like.
