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

<p>Gerald smiled as he awoke the next morning. 'See Lydia? I can control my drinking.' He thought smugly. He rolled over and felt… nothing. It was weird to him how he had gotten used to sleeping with someone again so quickly. He climbed out of bed and quickly got dressed, cleaned his clothes (and himself) with magic, and then walked out. </p>

<p>The bar was a typical bar, despite the Druidic location, and Gerald felt glad for the familiarity. The serving girl quickly gave him a drink and a whole salad before he had even sat down and when he moved to pay she simply shrugged, blushed, and hurried away. The Necromancer smiled and ate away, ignoring the looks and the whispers of the people around him. 'This is going too smoothly.' He thought, looking around. 'Maybe I should have gone to the southlands of Wizard territory and rallied the rebels… clearly Lydia could have handled things here.' </p>

The Stubbornness with Necromancers