Hello once again! I'm back and ready to pick this story up once again. So, before we get into it, I do have a few things to say, first:

I apologize for the long wait; I have no excuses besides life getting harder by the month and whatnot and had to deal with a lot of stuff before picking this story back up. I didn't want to continue writing this story because at one point it felt more like a chore than anything and was losing that enjoyment of what I do. I stopped writing as soon as I started to feel that way about Necromancer. I really would love to finish this story.

Second is that I am opening up a ! What it would include is earlier released chapters and if you go for the second tier then you would be able to see artwork of said chapter too. This is still in the works but again, any donation would help tremendously. I won't be posting it anytime soon since it's still in the works and I need to make sure that I am consistent with Necromancer.

Third and lastly, thanks for sticking by. It means a lot to me that there are still so many of yall here from the beginning when this story was just for shits and giggles. Also, there will be some things retconned and now looking at it, I wish I could have kept some stuff unknown. So that sucks but lesson learned! I'll leave more written at the end!

But yeah… thanks.


The cold wind blew ferociously in the air. Black smoke rose high into the gray sky. What was once a beautiful valley of green and vibrant colors, reduced the broken dirt and ashes. Swords broken and beyond repair, spears stabbed into the earth; forever to be unused. Bodies by the thousands decorated the land. Armors covered in dirt and blood. It was never ending.

Footsteps penetrated the lonely air. Walking through the battlefield was a lone man, limping as he relentlessly took one step after another again and again. Blond hair damped with blood blew harshly against his skin. A bleeding hand clutched at his abdomen where blood flowed freely. His clothing, which was probably once a beautiful black long coat with pieces of armor, now in tatters as if it were burned, and with one sleeve completely devoid of his left arm. The man flinched in his next step and yelped in pain, landing on his knees.

He coughed into his remaining hand and pulled away to see blood. Blue beautiful eyes hardened. He looked up to the sky, eyes squinting in pain.

Disbelief.

Complete and utter disbelief.

The only thing that could cross his mind as he witnessed the once shattered yet beautiful moon that illuminated the night sky, just a couple hundred miles away from Remnant. The moon spread far and wide into the horizon. It was like something out of a fairytale. Luckily it was not directly on top of Vale, for if it had been, Vale would have been engulfed in darkness. It hovered, staying in place. It was as if the world itself reminded him how small and insignificant he was.

Jaune looked at it, tired.

In the distance, Vale. Crushed and reduced to rubble. Only a few buildings remained but not untouched. Streets most likely filled with collapsed walls, destroyed bullheads and innocents lying beneath. Red liquid pooling endlessly as the massacres continued. Vale would probably be painted red if it continued.

When did things get out of hand?

How long have they played this game of life and death?

"Why?" he asked.

. . .

Only the whistling of the air responded.

He looked across a few feet from him. He winced in pain and sorrow.

Laid across the ground was Ruby Rose.

Dead.

Flat on her back, her signature cape draped over her body as if it were her last attempt to warmth herself. Her eyes were closed. Jaune would have mistaken it for sleep but the blood that pooled around her showed otherwise and the tiniest amount of blood that had streamed down her lips. Now unable to walk, Jaune crawled towards her.

Unable to hold his fatal wound any longer, he used his only arm to crawl to her. The rubbing of the ground and wound pained him greatly, but he pushed through. He gritted his teeth and held back his tears. As soon as he finally reached her, he dropped hard and looked towards her.

Both, now facing each other. Face to face. Side by side.

He reached out with his right hand and pushed aside some hair that fell over her face from the wind. He gently caressed her cheek. He gave her a trembling smile, for whatever it was worth.

It was time. He could feel himself slipping away.

An explosion far into Vale shook the area.

No longer able to move his head. He hoped to see over Ruby. To see what was happening.

He couldn't. His body no longer doing what his mind told it to do.

It seems as if the battle still continued even after his defeat. Jaune began to lose focus once more. A bright light shone behind Ruby.

Soon the light began to cover almost everything in sight. It blinded him. The wind picked up fiercely and began to blow everything away. Ashes, dirt, bodies, etc. Jaune didn't know what was coming next.

Jaune took one last long look at the beautiful face of Ruby Rose. He gave her one last smile before both were engulfed in light.


Jaune awoke from his slumber, the light from the sun pieced through the leaves and hit his eyes while underneath a tree. He groaned as he picked himself up off the ground, now sitting down. He scratched his head with his right hand and pulled out pieces of grass that had gotten tangled with his hair. A nice and cool breeze then hit his face. He inhaled deeply and exhaled, enjoying the air.

He then pushed himself off the ground and stretched.

'It's been a while since I've been able to sleep outside peacefully,' Jaune thought mid-stretch. He looked at his surroundings. Short grass with the occasional patches of flowers or weeds, and trees surrounded the area. Jaune padded himself down from any grass or dirt before walking back home.

He walked along a dirt trail Jaune created himself. Mostly to find his way back home but also so that he may find his way back to his favorite sleeping spot. He continued, passing tree after tree, hearing the rustling of the leaves and the occasional birds chirping in the trees. Soon he arrived at a clearing.

In the middle of the large clearing was his home. Nice and well-cut green grass surrounded it. Enough space for a whole family to play outside. The house was two stories tall with a large porch on the first floor and a balcony protruding from the master bedroom on the second floor. The house was made out of wood. In fact, it looked much like a large cabin when looked at from a distance. Small pots with plants decorated the porch. Jaune walked up the small steps of wooden planks and grabbed the knob of the door.

He sighed and walked in.

"I'm home!" Jaune said as he walked in. He closed the door behind him.

"Over here sweetie!" He heard a voice shout from the kitchen. Jaune hung up his coat and was left with his inner long sleeve. He crossed over the living room and into the kitchen where his mother was.

Jaune walked into the kitchen, finding his mother, Juniper, cutting meat. Jaune sauntered over to the sink and turned on the faucet to begin washing his hands.

"Do you need help with anything?" He asked. He then grabbed a small towel by the edge of the counter and dried his hands.

"Would you mind cutting the vegetables? Sorry about that, I started a bit later than usual," Juniper said, with a smile.

"Not at all," Jaune responded. He too gave her a smile in return. Juniper handed Jaune a knife and he began to cut the vegetables beside her. They fell into a comfortable silence and his mother hummed a tune to herself. It made Jaune smile before his mouth thinned and his brows furrowed.

'Welp, might as well say it,' Jaune thought.

"I think I want to go to Beacon." Jaune said. He said what needed to be said. Now all that was left was the convincing part.

Juniper stopped cutting for a moment. Clearly, she was processing it before going back to cutting.

There was silence for a bit, only the sound of food being cut and the knife hitting the board.

"Beacon… you really want to go to Beacon?" She asked.

"I… I do," Jaune replied.

"You sound unsure," she said.

"Well… for one, meeting new people. I'm socially inept when it comes to meeting new people, you know?" Jaune said and he continued to cut the carrots.

"Jaune you're not- okay, maybe a little," She sighed, hoping to spare her son from any more embarrassment.

Jaune laughed. He didn't take it personally, that's just how he was.

"Are you sure about this? You would be fine here, your father would even train you, has been," she said.

"I know dad would and has been training me, but… I want to do something for myself. I want to leave. I can't really live a life here at home. Can't call it living if all I do is stay at home and occasionally go out by myself." Jaune said, washing down some more vegetables before cutting them.

"Maybe it would be best to ask your father." She replied.

Jaune deflated a bit. The last thing he wanted was to ask his father too. He and his father had somewhat of a history of disagreeing with one another. What his father thought was best for him against what he thought was best for him. It was an endless and continuing cycle.

He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Jaune sweetie." She gently moved the hand from his shoulder to his cheek.

"I want the absolute best for you, it does pain me to see you like this. I admit, we have some fault for that. Instead of letting you go and be who you want, we've kept you caged in. The world is dangerous and unfair. I just don't want to see you get hurt." Juniper said softly.

"Mom, I'm going to get hurt one way or another. Might as well get hurt doing something I want to do." Jaune said. Juniper looked dejected, unsure of what to think or do. "But alright, we'll talk about it when dad gets here."

Maybe it was best for them to leave the topic… for now. Jaune finished cutting the rest of the vegetables and washed some dishes that were left from before.

"Thank you, sweetie, your father should be here soon. Why don't you go rest up and I'll call all of you down once supper is ready," she said with a smile.

"I'll try, call me down if you need help with anything else." Jaune said as he walked out the kitchen and headed towards the staircase next to the living room.

Jaune walked up and walked down the hallway. Each door decorated how they chose to decorate. For example, Amber had more sparkles and rainbows and Coral… a keep out sign. Huh, guess each to their own he guessed.

Jaune made it to his room, he opened the door and walked inside. A bed, closet and desk. Very simple. On his desk were several notes and papers scattered. On the very top was a letter with the Beacon insignia on it. He went over to pick it up. He then sat on his bed and laid down. Jaune didn't know what to think when he received the letter, a part of him was confused because he didn't in any way have any connections to Ozpin besides maybe his father but even then, the fact that the headmaster himself invited Jaune to join Beacon had his mind in shambles.

'Just what is it that he wants? Is there a motive?' Jaune thought. However, the idea of getting out of this house seemed better for him. He really wanted to do something with his life and if it was to protect others, he wouldn't mind one bit. That way people don't see him for what he is but for who he is. Maybe then. Jaune's eyes drifted shut moments later.


Classes.

What exactly are they?

Classes are defined in two ways. The first would be what you are able to do in a magical sense. Your ability, power, strength, etc. The second is the division, ranking, or as others may call it, your contribution.

Those born with gifted classes rise up in the world ruled by monarchy. Kings, Lords, Dukes, etc. Many who began as simple warriors rose within the world by ranking up and awakening into so much more. However, those aren't the only ones that roam across Remnant.

Knights, Mages, Assassins, Rangers, etc. The classes are practically endless. Few if not many probably undocumented. There are many that are also quite docile that include blacksmiths, bakers, carpenters, etc. Through the monarchies, order is placed upon Remnant. Each class contributes in its own way to society. However just as there is order between all of these classes, there is another set of classes with much farther sinister attributes. Ones who from long ago in history would be deemed a blight to Remnant. A stain upon the very order of life that was built from the ground up.

Dark classes. Or as others would say, the cursed.

These classes break the law or in other cases defy the laws of nature. They are the ones who cause an imbalance in the entire class system.

Witch, Savage, Shapeshifter, Illusionist, Thief… Necromancer, and many more. Simply put that their abilities are considered wrong and immoral. Forever branded as evil. In the past, some considered death to be liberating, a blessing. The beatings, the chases, the burnings. Many fell during what was considered as The Dark Age. However, amongst those who survived and thrived, grew monsters. Monsters whose names would travel far and wide, instilling fear amongst the kingdoms.

Why was this important?

That is because I'm a…


Jaune awoke to a slight knock to his door.

"Food is ready!" His mother shouted from the other side of the door. He could hear her walking away and notifying the others that food was ready.

Jaune groaned a bit as he sat up from his bed. Letter now on the floor. He picked it up and set it on the desk. He stretched a bit and got up and walked towards the door. Opening it and walking out the door, he ran into someone.

"Excuse me," A new voice said.

Jaune immediately knew who it was. Not too short blonde hair and glasses that settled at the bridge of her nose. Blue eyes stared at him for a moment before looking on ahead. She wore a black muscle shirt with blue short shorts. Coral casually walked around him and headed towards the kitchen downstairs, dismissing him.

Jaune closed his eyes and sighed.

Ansel always didn't treat him well when he was younger. That included his sisters at times too. Once upon a time they all loved each other unconditionally. But then school started. Teachers, students, and friends always said the same thing about him. At first, they defended him but what could he do when it was his parents' opinion against a hundred. Society drifted them apart. It was harsh at times, but he learned to live with it. His parents helped mediate but what would have turned from hate, ended up becoming neglect. They didn't outright ignore his existence, but it wasn't as it used to be before. He really looked up to his older sisters before.

Oh, how he wished he had loving sisters again.

"Jaune!" A little girl's voice shouted.

Speaking of loving sisters.

"Hey Amber! How's it been! How was school?" Jaune asked, embracing Amber as she hugged him, face planted on his chest. She looked up at him with a pout. Jaune sweat dropped.

"Not so good I assume?" Jaune deduced. Probably having to do with him mostly.

"Kids are really dumb," Amber replied.

"Yup, kids are really dumb," Jaune laughed, ruffling her hair. "Come on, let's go and eat."

Amber hummed in agreement.

They both made their way downstairs and into the kitchen. It seemed that almost all his sisters were there, only missing Amber and the departed Saphron who moved away. Jaune looked to see them passing on utensils, plates, food, etc. On the other end of the table sat his father who was conversing with his mother. Juniper noticed Jaune and Amber.

"Oh! Go ahead and sit down, careful too, the food is still hot." Juniper said. Just before Amber was going to sit down, Juniper stopped her.

"Ah ah ah, have you washed your hands yet?" Juniper said with one raised eyebrow.

Amber groaned. Jaune laughed. Juniper hit Jaune with the kitchen towel she had in her hand in a playful manner. "You too mister. Don't think you can get away with it just because you're older."

Jaune smiled and rolled his eyes. "Yes mom."

After washing their hands, both Jaune and Amber sat next to each other with Juniper on Jaune's other side. At the head of the table sat Nicholas.

"Son." Nicholas greeted with a nod.

"Dad." Jaune returned the gesture.

Juniper came back to the table with mittens on setting down the casserole she had in her hands. "Dinner is served!" Juniper sung.

In a matter of seconds everybody started to dig into their meals.

As everyone began to chat and eat, either talking about recent hobbies or how it went at school, Jaune continued to think about the letter he received as everyone ate.

Jaune contemplated whether it would actually be a good idea. For one, he would be out of this house that he's been in for the past seventeen years of his life. Heck, he could even make some friends of his own… probably. The only problem would be his attendance. Despite the laws pertaining to his… type of class, there would still be some form of avoidance. Worse, some kind of hostility.

On the other hand, he could finally leave the house. Not that he didn't enjoy it at home, but he did want to go and explore the world if possible. Now that he thought about it, what did he actually want? Did he want friends? A lover? Fame? Recognition? Respect?

"Jaune."

Jaune's head snapped towards his mother. "Huh?"

"I've been calling you for a bit now." She said, slightly concerned.

Jaune noticed that he had the attention of the whole table now. He chuckled nervously at his own predicament. "Uh, yeah?"

He coughed in his hand. "Sorry, I spaced out for a bit. What did you need?"

Juniper still had concern plastered on her face but let it go. "I asked if there was something on your mind."

Jaune's eyes snapped open. "Oh yeah, there kind of is." He looked towards his dad at the head of the table. "So, the thing is… uhhhh," he tried to say only to keep fumbling his words. A common occurrence with slight annoyance.

Jaune cursed himself a bit and tried again. He closed his eyes and sighed. He looked at Nicholas with a hint of conviction.

"I want to go to Beacon." Jaune said.

This was the moment that defined the rest of his life. The leading factor towards a new life of hardships but nevertheless one that he knows will change him for the better… he hoped. The first step into the world. Jaune still loved Ansel, his hometown but he didn't always want to stay, he wanted to go somewhere. Where? He didn't know himself. But going to Beacon will for sure change that, he was sure of it. He just needed to talk to his stubborn dad so that he ca-

"Sure," Nicholas said nonchalantly, continuing to eat his food.

"Huh?" Both Jaune and Juniper said simultaneously.

"What?" He questioned.

"I thought you wouldn't like the idea of me leaving." Jaune stated, still shocked.

"I don't." He simply said.

"Waif, Jaune ish leaphing? Ere ish he gohuin?" Amber asked, mouth full but concern on her face.

"Amber, mouth closed," Chastised Sable.

"He is going to Beacon, or at least plans to," Coral said, eating her food.

"Can I get his room?" Lavender questioned.

"Girls!" Juniper yelled. "Calm down please! And Amber, what have I said about speaking with your mouth full!"

"Showwy." She said, mouth still full.

Juniper sighed. She looked back towards Nicholas. "Are you sure about this honey?"

Nicholas sighed. "Girls, if you're finished with your food can you head upstairs? Don't worry about dishes, Jaune will clean them."

Jaune choked on spit. 'Damn it.'

Amber pumped her fists up in joy. "Yay!"

He received a series of thank you's from his sisters as they began to leave the dishes by the sink. Each one leaving the dining room.

Amber's thank you was to pick up Jaune's plate and set it beside the sink. Juniper's heart melted at the scene. She then skipped her way towards the stairs by the living room.

The last ones to leave were Coral and Sable. Coral heading first into the living room. Sable stopped just before turning into the living room and looked back to the table.

Jaune noticed and their eyes met for one second. Just as quick, she turned and left. Jaune deflated a bit. Whatever feelings of hurt he might have had were quickly replaced with nervousness. 'Uh oh, I forgot.'

Jaune looked towards his father who looked to be thinking to himself. He looked to his mother who went from looking at her husband to him. She shrugged her shoulders in confusion. He looked back towards his father.

They waited about ten seconds before he spoke.

"Why do you want to go to Beacon, if you don't mind me asking?" Nicholas said. His eyes were sharp. Nicholas kept his focus on Jaune. From the way he glanced everywhere but him to the fiddling of his fingers. It seemed even though Jaune wanted to go to Beacon, there wasn't necessarily a reason or goal in mind for him to actually work towards.

"You don't know, do you?" Nicholas asked.

Jaune looked slightly distraught. It made Nicholas wince, but he didn't show it.

"Yeah… I don't…" Jaune simply said. "I mean I can ju-"

"And when do you plan to visit the school? Before the school year starts?" Nicholas asked. Juniper's eyes widened in realization.

"What!? Wait, so I can still go?" Jaune asked. He was at a loss for words. He didn't expect his father to still give him the green light to go to Beacon.

"Jaune, listen here for a moment." Nicholas said.

"You've reached the age where you can make your own decisions. I'm proud that you've taken that initiative. Don't get me wrong, I would still want you here… safe. I don't want to take this opportunity away from you, nor does your mother." Nicholas said as he looked towards Juniper.

"Up until now we've helped you, since the moment you first crawled, to the moment you took your first steps. And now, it's time for you to take hold of your own reins." Nicholas said.

"Remnant is a dark and unfair place. There will be people who will judge you, fight you. I can no longer fight your battles; you must hold your ground and prove to them that you are more than what they see." Nicholas put a hand on Jaune's shoulder.

"I know we don't see eye to eye on most things, but just know that I am proud of you son. You are kind-hearted, strong, noble, and brave." He said.

Jaune didn't expect this at all. Maybe a lecture as to why he shouldn't go and perhaps just stay at home like they've told him to for the past few years. Hell, he was home schooled too for crying out loud.

"But what if I-" Jaune tried to say only to be cut off.

"The moment you hesitate, the moment you stop to think. That is when you turn against yourself. Doubts are the reasons why many falter. Stick close to what you desire. If it is your desire to attend Beacon, then do so." Nicholas smiled.

Jaune's lips trembled a bit before bursting out a small laugh. He used his sleeve to rub his eyes. He felt his mother embrace him from his left side.

"I'm so very proud of you Jaune." She said, kissing cheek. "And maybe you'll finally bring friends over! Oh! And a daughter-in-law would be great!" She exclaimed with Joy.

"Geez, now you seem more excited than I am," Jaune said. Hoping to change the subject. Luckily his father did with a question of his own. 'Thanks dad!'

"So does this mean that you've already applied or have you not?" Nicholas asked, standing up to do the dishes. His back now towards them.

Jaune excitedly told him. Little did he realize he screwed up big time. "Well actually, I got a personal invitation from the headmaster. I think Ozpin was his name?" Jaune said excitedly, not reading the sudden shift in mood.

"Uhhh, dad?" Jaune asked. He looked towards his mother who had a shocked expression on her face.

"Uhhhh…" Was all Jaune could think to say.

"So, what I gave you wasn't a brochure but a personal invitation?" Juniper asked, baffled.

Jaune's mind blanked out at this point.

"You know what, how about we go visit the school tomorrow." Nicholas said with a forced smile. Jaune swore he could see his veins around his head.

'Ah shit.' Was Jaune's only thought.


The sun began to rise over the city of Vale. The sound of vehicles driving on the streets and people walking on the sidewalk began to fill every corner of Vale. Off into the distance, bullheads began to descend to a port of some sorts. Past that was none other than Beacon. A well-constructed and architectural beauty. At the entrance way of the building walked two figures. Both making their way towards the docking bay where the bullheads would soon arrive.

The man, gray hair with dark robes and a green scarf around his neck. Glasses firmly placed on the bridge of his nose. The robes were all the way down below his knees. His sleeves ran down to his wrists. On his left hand he held a staff with an orb at the top.

"Are you sure this is a wise choice Ozpin?" The woman said. She wore a black robe that hugged her figure a bit with white trims and a purple vest that reached down to her waist with a hood attached. Her hood was currently down, letting her beautiful blonde hair to be seen. Her piercing green eyes shone beautifully in the light behind the glasses she wore.

The man now identified as Ozpin responded. "I am sure, Glynda. It's not every day that you come across a boy of his class who would be willing to come and study under Beacon."

"Willing or baited? I highly doubt many or if not, anyone would turn down a personal invitation from the headmaster himself." Glynda said, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Ozpin chuckled. "That may be true, it's not the boy's decision I am worried about. No, no doubt at all." He said, almost whispering the last part.

"Then what are you worried about?" She asked.

"Hmm, that is a great question." Ozpin said, finally both making it to the docking area. "In fact, you'll see very soon. I believe that is them." He said.

"Them?" Glynda questioned.

"You'll see in just a moment. I will advise you to let me deal with the issue." Ozpin said.

"Issue?" Glynda at this point seemed unvexed knowing that Ozpin had a tendency to put himself in bizarre situations. Hopefully this next "issue" wouldn't result in property damage she hoped.

The wind picked up quickly and the bullhead began to descend, blowing away leaves and dust that were scattered on the ground. Ozpin stood facing the bullhead unfazed while Glynda had to cover her eyes slightly. Their robes flapped rapidly from the wind. The bullhead soon descended, turning to its side and opening up the doors.

Glynda noticed two figures descending from the ramp. One was a tall man with white shining armor. It wasn't bulky like most would wear. It showed that the man preferred mobility more than defense. Strapped on his waist was a simple sword in its hilt. Above the man's head was the title 'Knight.'

And next to him.

Maybe an inch or two shorter was an exact replica but younger version of the man. He wore a nice black long coat that reached just above his knees and beneath the coat he wore a gray long sleeve that protruded from the arms of the coat. Long black leather boots with laces. She also noticed something off with the boy.

The boy looked nervous. Glancing between Ozpin and what she assumes to be his father. But that wasn't what caught her attention. It was the word that displayed over the boy's head that got her attention. Her left hand clenched hard, she shut her eyes and bit down lightly one her bottom lip. She looked down and opened her eyes to see her hand trembling slightly. Now wasn't the time Glynda told herself. Luckily, they all ignored her. There were more important matters to tend to. Like the growing hostility she felt rising between the man and Ozpin.

Ozpin smiled. "Ah, Nicholas. It's so great to see you again. How is Junip-"

"Cut the bullshit Ozpin, I came to ask several questions." Nicholas said unamused.

"And I have answers," Ozpin said. He then shifted his sight towards Jaune who still looked nervous. He smiled.

"You must be Jaune Arc, it is good to finally meet you. Hopefully you enjoy your visit here." Ozpin said.

"O-oh, yeah. Sorry! My name is Jaune A- wait, sorry," Jaune nervously chuckled. He recomposed himself as best as he could, clearing his throat and tried again. "It's nice to m-meet you, Headmaster Ozpin."

Jaune extended his hand. Ozpin smiled and extended his hand to shake. They both shook and let go soon after.

"Here to my left is the Deputy Headmistress Glynda Goodwitch." Ozpin motioned his hand towards her.

Jaune nervously gave her a small wave. "It's nice to meet you too."

Glynda quickly recomposed herself. "A pleasure, Mr. Arc." She said, giving a small nod but not meeting his eyes.

Before anyone else could say anything, Ozpin beat them to it. "Very well then, let's discuss this back at my office."

Ozpin then turned around and began to walk with Glynda following suit.

Jaune looked towards his father who only nodded and began to follow. Jaune never had expected things to escalate. Sometimes he just wanted things to go smoothly for once. He could already feel migraines forming, and he hadn't even started attending yet!

'Well, this is shaping up to be a disaster.' Was all Jaune thought looking up at the highest tower in Beacon. Clouds overhead.


Stats:

[Necromancer]

Jaune Arc: Lvl. 14

Exp: [5,490/14,000] Lvl. 14 - Lvl. 15

HP: [17,500/17,500]

MP: [6,000/6,000]

POW: [C244]

RES: [D094]

SPD: [C351]

MAG: [B448]

WILL: [B418]

Abilities:

[Call of the Dead]: Attempts to raise the dead as loyal servants. Have to be used within 15 minutes of the target's death. If the target was more than 5 levels higher than Necromancer, chance of success diminishes sharply with each level.


And that's the first chapter! I hope that most of y'all liked the changes I made. I will say again that the first time I wrote this story was more just on a whim and didn't have anything planned for it. So, this is a more planned version of it. I think.

Also, I will be retconning some things like the gods of light and darkness being brothers and some other things. Also, the level system is going to be changing for the most part I'm glad to be back writing and working on this story. Sadly, this took me a whole year or more to finally update. So very sorry.

Well then that is probably all that I have for now, so I hope to be posting once again in October! This time it has a release date! Only bad news is that this story is going to have to be bi-weekly because of school and work that I have to go to. Welp, time for me to head out so see y'all in two weeks again!

Thanlok out!


Next update: October 13th