eternum

Dear Evan Handsonson, Hey Northfarm, it is me Steve, as you probably figured out by the undead crow carrying a note. The crow wants to stand out in the field, something about putting another scarecrow out of a job, I said it was up to you guys since you technically run the farm anyway. I made...

Crunch. Snap. The sounds of the dead leaves beneath Eilasandree's feet releasing their final cries echoed out through the dense fog, obscuring the blackened and rotting forest around them. Behind her, the sounds of clanking could be heard as a column of men followed, haggard and dirty, even more...

Tell me, brethren, are you tired of being hunted? Of being despised and hated for simply existing? For daring to go beyond what those doddering fools at the academy deem the limits of magic, and delving into the darkness of Necromancy? Well no more! Recently, an ancient banshee known as...