Immortals

"All of you, scatter. Take cover." said the lich. He put his hand into the air and waved it with a flourish. In an instant, all the mind-controlled humans and beastwomen moved away, huddling behind rocks or going to the corners of the cavern. 

"You aren't going to use them?" said Li. "As a Warlock, I'd assume you had them under your control to use as blood sacrifices or fodder to create more undead."

The lich shrugged. "They would produce only mindless drivel. My research is meant to ascend them to a level similar to mine. Then, at least, I might have a proper conversation with one of my fellow kind."

Azhar stepped forwards, his bowstring nocked back and an arrowhead strung taught between his fingers. "So yer tryin' to get more of yer kind here, huh? After all the misery your type has caused? Ain't gonna' happen on my watch."

He loosed the arrow, a swirl of green energy fluttering behind the feathers of the arrow. Li recognized the particles as [Snipe].