p class="MsoNormal"A single necromancer stands among a small circle of bodies, his robes worn and torn, and his beard unkempt. He wasn't a bad man, he had kept telling himself, and he had been forced into this life of dark magic. His life had been simple once, a simple farmer with his wife and four kids. All that was gone now, taken from him and so he had taken back. The Lords of the land had ruled over him with an iron fist, and when he couldn't pay their ludicrous taxes, his livelihood was stolen./p
p class="MsoNormal"A low mumbling echoes in the ramshackle hovel that he's taken to calling home, dark runes carved into the rotting wooden floor start to pulse and glow. A sickly fog seems to fill the room, spilling out the open door, after a few minutes of mumbling and gestures that almost seem like a dance, nothing had happened./p
p class="MsoNormal"A moan suddenly emits from one of the corpses, a weak pitiful moan. After a single twitch the body stops moving, collapsing back into a limp heap. The smell of death and rot permeates the necromancer's nose, a smell he knew, he'd known it for a while now./p
p class="MsoNormal"Staring again at the rotting bodies surrounding him he tenses then channels again, eyes closed, arms extended. A dark aura surrounds him, his body shrouded against any light that may try illuminate his pitiful frame. Another moan issues forth from the bodies, this time it's stronger, and a more guttural sound. Then they move, one after another they stumble and stagger, climbing to their feet, before standing facing their new master./p
p class="MsoNormal"A smile grows on his face after seeing his creations, pure joy and celebration. He had done it, everything that had been taken from him would be repaid in full, and more. He looks upon his new subjects, pride swelling at every glance./p
p class="MsoNormal"One of the now risen make a sound like groaning, he turns, placing his hand on her head. She lifts her head, she mutters a word "….Daddy…?"/p
p class="MsoNormal"A low mumbling echoes in the ramshackle hovel that he's taken to calling home, dark runes carved into the rotting wooden floor start to pulse and glow. A sickly fog seems to fill the room, spilling out the open door, after a few minutes of mumbling and gestures that almost seem like a dance, nothing had happened./p
p class="MsoNormal"A moan suddenly emits from one of the corpses, a weak pitiful moan. After a single twitch the body stops moving, collapsing back into a limp heap. The smell of death and rot permeates the necromancer's nose, a smell he knew, he'd known it for a while now./p
p class="MsoNormal"Staring again at the rotting bodies surrounding him he tenses then channels again, eyes closed, arms extended. A dark aura surrounds him, his body shrouded against any light that may try illuminate his pitiful frame. Another moan issues forth from the bodies, this time it's stronger, and a more guttural sound. Then they move, one after another they stumble and stagger, climbing to their feet, before standing facing their new master./p
p class="MsoNormal"A smile grows on his face after seeing his creations, pure joy and celebration. He had done it, everything that had been taken from him would be repaid in full, and more. He looks upon his new subjects, pride swelling at every glance./p
p class="MsoNormal"One of the now risen make a sound like groaning, he turns, placing his hand on her head. She lifts her head, she mutters a word "….Daddy…?"/p
