Here were the words of the necromancer, the dogma of blurred lines leading into darkness. His voice was wearied and decayed, croaking like the creaking eves of an evil house. His visage, wrapped within a dark cloak, came stumbling forward.
“I have waited so long,” he said, “for a student. In this exile, I have worried that our cause was forgotten.” He gazed up at the monstrous things above, “Here is where our teachings were birthed, where we looked up and saw the truth. We made a pact, then, that we would undo the lies the light had taught us.”
Tale Told 