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

Otho walked through the non-magi part of The Green, already aware of the stares and glares he was receiving.  He felt it unjustified, but understandable.

Especially given the sickening state of the place.

It reeked of disease, refuse, feces, and poverty.  He had never really given much thought to the non-magi before, but with Gerald's final words before passing out, he felt that this was the way to go and the place to be.  Lydia felt differently, and was packing up what she could at her house before they could leave.

He had asked Jasmine for her guidance, but she had left his mind blank on the matter, so he had settled it himself.

"You were with the other one." A voice from the shadows spoke with a voice that sounded a little familiar. Otho turned around and saw the old man who had been in the stall the day before sitting in an alley between a blacksmith and what appeared to be a cobbler holding a smoking pipe.

What Wizards do best...