necromancy

William Dreixmond The sun beat down as it ever did upon the land. The rhythmic sounds of hooves and shifting armor filling the now silent air. The liver-chestnut nag following the gentle pull of the reins down the winding path that she and Eamon tread. It had given way of the typical...

If anyone reads this, I must make clear that we all have different abilities, different strengths and weaknesses. I can only truly speak from my own experience but I assure you that my experience is long, earned, and provided to you with the utmost of sincerity. Failure to follow any advice may...

It was a musty old thing. Looked like it would fall apart if a strong enough wind came through, but The Fool's End was the only rest house he had come across in the last two days, and his legs were tired, and his joints were beginning to ache. There was something about the thick damp air of the...

"You shouldn't be looking at such things, Drederick. Such things could get you some... unwanted attention." "Well, of course," he grinned, "but my spells will keep these texts hidden. No one will ever -" "I caught you, didn't I?" "I let you." The elder apprentice shook his head, "how do you...

Some rumors reached Movrin sooner, some later, but at one point or another he gathered them all. Staying in touch with the whole wide world wasn't easy when you spent majority of time on the road, among corpses and graves, but he did make sure to check in with civilization often enough, after...

Vreilar sat atop his tower of basalt bricks. Okay, perhaps he didn’t literally sit atop it, and perhaps the tower wasn’t exactly “his”, and maybe the bricks weren’t basalt, either. He did, however, sit in one of the upper rooms of the tower he’d been squatting in for a number of weeks, whose...

The lower mountain of The Spine was damp from recent rainfall, the sky still held some clouds, but the sky was now bright and blue with the sun drying the leafs at a rather quick rate. The woods that looked all the greener from the rain were full of bird song, many different melodies forming a...

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...

Deadly places, as a general rule, kill people. The Bayou Garramarisma was no exception. And sure, the dead might not be in the best condition, but in the world of skeleton armies, quantity beat quality every time. That was sort of the point of skeleton armies. Harrier Wren, master necromancer...

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It was a dark and cloudless night. The moons both shined. The rain has stopped about 45 minutes ago. Al'Kaliit was in a party of two: she and a mercenary contracted informally while on the road. The young woman used no combat clothes, in her torso a white shirt with many brown mud spots. She...