Narza shivered as she thought back about the end of the raid, when the humans and loot were being divided up amongst the minions. I was totally invisible, and he looked right at me. Like he knew what I'd done, and was warning me. Like he was going to hit me next...

Of Derrik's memories of the Master, none were specific, but the general emotions came across clear as day. Awe, envy, and a generous amount of fear. As she consumed more souls, she could feel more and more of Derrik's memories. While most were rather dirty and perverted, detailing lurid and nasty encounters with various summoned creatures of the dark that Derrik used for personal pleasure, some were actually helpful, teaching Narza how to use Derrik's Magic. In addition, all the extra souls allowed Narza to actually absorb information from the souls as she tore them apart. Most of it was boring villager, but the priests led fairly interesting lives. Unfortunately, Narza could already feel that it was impossible for her to use the same magic as the priests. 

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A problem faced Narza. Derrik's giant chest of valuables was hers for the taking, as only the dark Mage himself could open it. Fortunately, holding Derrik's soul made her count as close enough to Derrik to bypass the magical protection. Unfortunately, the classic-looking wooden chest with golden trim was also enchanted to be weather-proof and spirit proof. For the vast majority of corporeal beings, this wouldn't be a problem. However, Narza was incorporeal and got by in daily life by using wind and water magic whenever she couldn't pass through things. Doorknobs, bodies, and imps were all usually opened up with gusts of wind and water. This meant that Narza's best attempts to open the chest were met with utter failure, as blast after blast of wind and water dissipated harmlessly upon the surface of the chest. Could she have asked someone else to open the chest for her? Certainly, but Narza was both too frustrated and too prideful to go to another for help. 

"Stupid girl, why don't you just become solid for a moment?"
"Who the ogre-f***ing s***bag are you!?" Narza screeches, shooting up into the air in a panic. 
"I'm your maker, now bow down you foolishly foul-mouthed peasant. I'm taking over this body now." Derrik orders arrogantly, assuming a tone of confidence and power.  
"Eww, no!" Narza flat out refuses, crushing Derrik's mind under a torrent of the souls she had absorbed. A short while later...
"I give, I give!" Derrik cries out, submissive and apologetic in defeat. His mental strength was poor to begin with, which is why he had been absorbed so easily originally. 
"Tell me how to become solid." Narza orders, their positions reversed. 
"Just focus your thick spiritual energy into the shape of a limb and it should appear." Derrik answers meekly, still afraid he'd be tortured further. 
In response, Narza tosses Derrik's soul back into the whirlpool of souls. 
Before she could open the chest, a tremendous roar rings out through the cavern. The chest forgotten for now, Narza flies towards Athinar, eager to begin the next raid. 

She turns visible sitting on Athinar's shoulders, looking like a pale little sister riding the shoulders of her big brother. "Hey Boss!" She leans over Athinar's head to see his face and smiles at him before straightening up. "Hiiii kitty!" Narza waves at the image of Shukra as well. "Hiya funny hat guy!" Narza waves at Azavarn next, and then at the imp hidden in the shadows. To others, it seemed like she had just waved at a mere imp, but Narza had sensed Umbra's unique soul situation immediately. Note: Any attempts to dislodge Narza will probably pass right through her. ^-^
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