zombie tree

Whilst still keeping that array of three hundred and forty seven books afloat in his previous position in the rafters. Kellan also began to levitate that rafter beam back up to where it used to be. "Making me clean up after him." He grumbled, those words coming out and staining his flesh in living red ink, purely out of irritation. The mage flicked his left hand and floated over a massive black book, an index. After a moment of thumbing through it he found a tome that.... might, work in fixing this. Ever since he lost all of his main-stay spellbooks he's had to develop new ways of solving problems. It was also a big reason why he wasn't able to just 'repair' any burnt books like he'd used to. "Issum..? Isn't that the necromancy book I found in the catacombs? I should... probably find a place to hide that after this." His line of reasoning here wasn't entirely solid, but... since the wood was previously a living thing it'd work. Right? Anyways, the dark green book was brought over to him from that suspended cluster. It's cover looking old and worn, yet still so <b>imposing.</b> It gave Kellan shivers just looking at it. "Let's just get this over with." Grumbling. Even if his sect had no restrictions on what magic they'd willingly use he didn't like using any of the 'bad' magicks. His eyes flickered with a royal blue hue as he poured mana into the necromantic book. It's pages greedily eating up the fuel presented to it. Undulating and acquiring a sickly green glow around it's pages. He flipped to a page labelled 'Lesser False Revitalization' the spell's information listed entirely in Latin. Another reason for him to be alarmed, in his experience spells that were written in Latin were morbidly effective at their job. "This should work." Lips muttering the verbal requirement for the spell. Upon such, the tome snapped itself shut, a feeling of general malaise washing over him for a moment as he watched a green mist begin to seep out of his flesh. Creeping it's way up to the suspended beam and wrapping around it. The wooden rafter support in question warping and writhing as those unholy forces did God know's what to it's dead organic cells. Then suddenly there was a <b>SNAP</b> the rafter beginning to grow longer, filling in the area it once occupied entirely and then some. Branches growing off of the sides, as if it were a living breathing tree. "....Creepy, but it works." Once more he floated up to his perch, the books he kept aloft finally laid back down. This surely wouldn't come back to haunt him in any way shape or form! Zombifying a tree? Nope!