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

The Necromancer was angry, and the tied up men would be the ones to pay for it…

He grabbed the first one by the throat, squeezing hard and choking the man.  The men around him squirmed, while others shouted.  Gerald listened, but didn't let go.  "Let me get this straight."  Gerald replied, lessening his grip just enough so that the man wouldn't die, "You thought you could take that which is MINE."  The men squirmed even more at that, and the poor man that Gerald held by the neck no longer had a defiant bone in his body.  His eyes screamed for mercy against the gray of the Necromancer…

"We'll talk!  PLEASE!"  One of the men screamed, his eyes panicked to the point that even an angry Gerald was able to see it.  Gerald released the man, who coughed and gagged as though he were about to vomit before turning to the other man.

"And what information do you want to give me?"

"We'll tell you who gave us the CleanSilver!"

Emotion vs Logic