It was in that precise moment, as the ground shook beneath him, with a horrid roaring and thumping befitting of a dragon's rage, that the budding necromancer knew.
He had fucked up.
Scooting backwards awkwardly from his cross-legged seat on the opening earth, his yellow, reptillian eyes were open wide with an uncharacteristic fear. Normally he was able to deal with the consequences of his reckless actions in stride…or at the very least, a limping meander. But he hadn't expected hell itself to open its gates and gobble him up like a tasty midnight snack just from trying to raise a corpse from the dead.
He tried thinking of something he could do as a scream held fast in the middle of his paralyzed throat, but it was already too late. As soon as it had begun, it had ended in a tremendous spectacle, the earth rending asunder before his very eyes as an incredibly large axe tore its way out of the grave he had unwittingly been sitting on. And with it, came a bony arm pulling a large skeleton up and out of its prison of rot and soil.
For a brief moment, he thought he had entirely succeeded…but this creature seemed far too confident, far too self-aware, as it fought its way back into life once more…its mere posture alluded to the fact that he was far from a servant.
His readings of the Grimorium Nekrotika had somewhat prepared him for this eventuality; it spoke of how there were certain people that, with an unquenchable will to keep living, refused to leave their body after death. An active landmine of sorts for unwary necromancers that did not yet possess the ability to either force the soul of the deceased out of the body, or simply muscle it into submission with a little unholy persuasion.
Needless to say, Ivacus could not yet do either of those things, and had not expected to find a soul with such will to live as this one. In his vulnerable position, he was completely at the mercy of this horrid monstrosity. That axe of his was set to cleave him in twain at any second, he knew it.
But it seemed the skeleton had other plans than going on a mindless rampage of wanton destruction. Turning down to the Kobold, he asked if he was the one who gave him life anew. With a slight choking and gurgling sound, Ivacus managed to force the terror closing his throat out of it, as he looked back into the skeleton's non-existent eyes. "I…rmmn…yes? I did?" he managed to get out in a terse, sniveling whimper. He had wanted to sound a lot more calm, composed, and commanding whilst pushing it through his vocal chords, but it seemed his fear had the best of him at the moment. "Please don't hurt me, I swear I d-d-didn't mean to disturb you!"
I am Kaane OOC
Ivacus is the God of Exploration, Travellers, and Motivation
Powers
I: With a divine sense of direction, can find his way to where he or another wants to go in any situation, even places he's never been.
II: Can read the innermost desires and needs of those he speaks with for the purpose of motivating them into taking action.
III: Can operate any mode of transportation (ship/airship) no matter how complex, and tame any creature that can serve as a mount.