Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

All eyes turned on the hooded iblith that entered the lobby of Sshamath's School of Necromancy. Dressed in a sleeveless black tunic with matching hood, he entered with head bowed showing respect to the sneers he received. Those knowledgeable would recognize the runes engraved along the trim of his hood to be the symbols of Mystra and Azuth. He walked slowly and tense, a sheep among lions but steady in his resolve. When he reached the front desk, the clerk barely acknowledged his presence, seeming more offended than anything else when the iblith spoke.

"I come humbly bearing a gift, from one that serves the Lord and the Lady, for the instructors of this great School of the Art, should the School choose to accept it. It is a scroll of power, bathed in the power of Necromancy, wrapped in the grace of the Lady, and one not easy to come by. It is for the Esteemed here, to do as they wish."

He gently sets the rolled scroll on the counter before the clerk, being eyed the entire while. He slowly makes his way out of this wolf's den.
//DM or any PC of Necromancy, please feel free to collect a scroll of Wailing Banshee, as my PC's donation to the school of Necromancy

The necromancer would eye him for a moment before looking over the scroll, after see what it is he nods and rolls it back up and simply says "Bel'la dos."

A drow m'elzar known as Rarylith Meivra sends imp messegers to several known arcanists to him, Nathal and Firiel(and their mage companions), asking to meet him at the Spider's Kiss when they have time. A matter of arcane research came which he wishes to share, apparently.

The group of defenders return after a confusing yet successful battle with a dracolich that attacked the city. While they try to piece together exactly what had happened, one bit of it was very clear. As they return to the city one of them carries the corpse of a pale human on his shoulders and heads to the School of Necromancy to drop it off at the request of the High Necromancer, who latter returns to the School after some other quick business and approaches the servant at the corpse wagon.

Upon seeing the body to looks back to the servant, "Bring that traitor up to the anatomy room now..." she says calmly but clearly angry at the same time then turns to an Apprentice and an Associate nearby pointing to each one, "Dos two grab ussa some different types of body parts and bring them up as well, Usstan shall graft this vithing waste of space into something useful." After seeing their nods of confirmation and watch them head off for their search she heads up to the anatomy class with the school servant and the body of one pale human formerly known as Nathal...

Firiel was the last to emerge from the portal to the past and as she appears maybe seen rolling a scroll into a case.

A wry smile crosses the drowesses lips as she surveys the surroundings, the Faerns small form then begins to walk back to the mighty drow city.