[Zohariel]

Ok, thanks.
Zohariel watched the small funeral with great interest. It seemed to be a small Hobbit person they were burying. The usual kind of funeral; lots of tears and flowers.
Pathetic. Just pathetic. If I were to creep up and kill one of them now, they would not fight well. Hmm...
She crept further, until she was standing almost in full view of the party. She had been drawn to the funeral by the unmistakable scent of the dead.
Hey...what's the use of being a Necromancer if you don't ever use your life bringing powers? Why don't I bring the corpse back to life...just for the hell of it. Give them all a fright, and serve them right too. Rich snobs.
She needed to know the name of the corpse though. As luck would have it, the one dressed in fine clothes...the girl elf...said it.
Honestly. Dumb speech. 'We will never forget you Collette'. How sad. Collette. Right.
She was just about to do her spell when one elf, a tall male, ran straight at her. She grabbed the nearest tree and threw herself into the top branches.
***
Later, when Zohariel was sitting in the treetops idly whistling and playing with her knife, scraping her initials into the bark and carving heads out of wood, she heard a loud clatter from below. She leant over, and through a gap in the dense canopy in the leaves, she noticed the same male from earlier riding below. She grinned wickedly, noticing also a large pouch hanging from his belt. She unsheathed her rusty sword, took up her cudgel and swung down into his face.
He and the horse were taken utterly by surprise. The horse bucked him off, and he lay on the ground, dazed. Before he could move, Zohariel dropped down with her legs either side of his torso. She pinned his arms to the ground with her knees and sat on his stomach. He wriggled and struggled, but Zohariel waved her cudgel menacingly.
"I'm not afraid to use it. In fact, I must warn you that I'm lusting for fresh blood. Now, stay still like a good boy, and I may let you go without killing you."
The ef seemed to realise she wasn't joking. She grabbed the pouch from his belt and opened it.