The necromancer leaned back on a small cottage, slime from his new, distorted body ruining the thatched roof, and smothering a passing chicken. Life... or perhaps death... was good. The defenders of the realm had killed him half a dozen times already. Each time, a mutated combination of his corpse-controlling abilities and the mage's resurrection spells had caused his ghastly form to lurch back to - whatever he was. But, whatever was an undead colossus to do now? He contemplated overthrowing Blackthorn, but his mind cast back to a trip the undead college had once taken to the seat of […]

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