I don't deserve this. This office, this power, I know now the truth of what is good and what is evil. I have seen both the good and evil of necromancy, and slain them all the same. All in the name of the guild I now command. From each of the fallen I took something, some may call it a trophy, I call it a reminder. A token of guilt. Each time I added another to my closet it became harder and harder to close the door. Each night I lay in my bed and stare at it, somehow I half expect each robe to burst out with the full power of their former masters, each grabbing for me, groping with their fingerless hands, peering with their eyeless hoods. I added another just before. the last, the king of all, the only one who was truly a threat to the guild from the start. As I opened the doors all the robes seemed to lunge. at me? at him? I don't know. All I know is it felt like a black silk wave crashing out of the wood and down upon me. I wrestled it back into place and locked the door, I pray I will never open it again.

And now I find myself in charge, in charge of a guild in collapse. Collapse brought on by my predecessor, he who ordered all those deaths from me. With his passing, I shall remove these guild laws, his laws, whom brought us to our knees before. I must rebuild, re-recruit. I will not be welcomed with open arms, but I feel those whom I must welcome back personally, are the ones I was forced to slay. Talos forgive me for what I have done, My duty drove me, now my honour binds me. I must undo this injustice I have performed, I must amend my sins, as I amend the sins of my master, my predecessor. The guild will be whole once more, no more exile for ones belief. this is a place of learning, all questions should be allowed answers. all thoughts given time to bear fruit

Shiban Keltar

Arch-Magi