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

Isadora smiled at Gerald as she came out of her transit. "Werlock!" She exclaimed, hurrying forward and giving Gerald a hug. "About time you allowed me to come and visit."

"You haven't seen me for less than a month and you are already complaining that I haven't invited you to my house."

"You owe me." She responded with a shrug, as she pulled away. She then turned and held her hand out for Lime. "I don't think we've had the pleasure."

"Lime." He responded with a smile, giving her hand a soft kiss. "At your service."

"Gin hospitality isn't a thing of the past." Isadora laughed, pulling her hand away. "At least, if I don't miss my guess."

"You don't, Lady Wizard." Gerald responded, standing and bowing in Wizard fashion. "But I am afraid that I don't know your name."

"Isadora." She replied, bowing in Gin fashion (with a hand across her heart).

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