
..this certainly didn’t look like Blackwood..
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My efforts were not in vain and while the town was saved I was personally thanked for my work. A rarity given my preoccupation with being as far from prying eyes and idealistic leaders.
It was a welcome break from trends. I quietly endured as I gazed on as several ancestral spirits took up their place guarding ancestral relics. Necromancy is weird.
Comments closedThe trail of corpses and strange disappearances led me to the sea. There, nestled amid the mast of expertly crafted ships and the dunes of an unforgiving desert I found them. Brazenly harassing the local townsfolk. Some chance encounters with Daedra had encouraged me to find stronger armor and I was thankful, spectral claws raked across the plating and put a shiver down my spine.
Comments closedI’m not against Necromancers. At least not by profession. You could call a it a courtesy, harnessing Magick isn’t easy and I’m not about to frown on someone’s approach.
Mind you, it’s a little creepy, working with the dead. Often dabbling in ritual behavior and raising the recently deceased. Nope, not against it, just not a fan.
I had delved into the crypt with a strange itch at the back of my neck. This fellow clued me in. But it wasn’t the Necromancers.. it was the Daedra around the corner.
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