Mark_Leopold

In a world of many magics, the lost and feared magic may rise again. Only Gerald will decide the fate of those long dead, in more ways than one. But will he destroy the established order and an army of lies, fables, and half truths before those in power destroy him and potentially damage itself? Or, will it truly be the Necromancers End...?

Warning: Contains references and themes of slavery, racism, sexism, murder, undead creatures, and references.

The Necromancer's End

Gerald breathed in the leafy air near  Woodstand once again.  The night sky was quiet, and the moon hung overhead in a clear fashion.  Lydia breathed deeply and smiled at him.  "I'm assuming something is happening and they're tracing you?"


Eliminating the Evidence, and a Downwards Decent