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 took a deep breath and felt his magic. It wasn't going to be easy, but then again nothing worth it ever was. He wiped his head with the long sleeve of his tunic, already sweating, and then turned to the man and the ladies in the room. "I will need to NOT be disturbed. EVER." He turned to the Lord in the room, "And that means even if the Queen somehow becomes ungagged and demands you to do something. If this fails then both me and her could easily die."

"Then why do it at all?" The man responded, his stance aggressive.

"Because if I do nothing, she will die and the throne will be left vacant at a time of crisis for the Druids and the world." He answered. "As a part of this world, I cannot sit idly by."

"Isn't there a prophecy?" A woman responded. "Something about a Warlock being needed?"

The Healing of Royalty