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's attention to detail was drawn to the Great Cauldron, which had been moved near to the heart of the city and right next to the Portal of Ages. Gerald smiled as he watched it boil with magical power within. 'It's very beautiful.' He thought as he finished going down until he reached the ground and the cauldron was taller than him. The Matriarch greeted him cordially, and greeted Rebecca like a lost sister, but Hermina… she had originally attempted to just avoid her entirely but Hermina grabbed her hand before she could. (From a political point of view, Gerald couldn't blame her, but it was still rude and she should have known better.)

Other witches soon began coming down the stairs and soon the entire room was filled with over a hundred women and-

"EAGLESOAR!" Came a male voice and there was an immediate look as the witches turned to see a younger Warlock launch himself from the stairs and into the crowd below and towards the Necromancer in their midst.

The Lifting