The Necromancer
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The moan of the Ghoul¸ the gaze of the Undead. Where others run and scream¸ you rise like the Zombie and command those that succumbed to the power of the First Death. And even if you were to die by the blade of the Paladin or the spell of the Wizard¸ the grave to you is home with the Legions of the Dead. As far as you are concerned¸ corpses are your minions¸ ready to serve you willingly once they rise to see the light of the sun or the black skies of the darkest night or the shadowy chambers of the murkiest dungeon. As they crawl from the grave¸ they seem to cry out to you as a babe would to its mother¸ seeking the taste of raw flesh as the child desires the milk of the nipple. But you are no victim to the hordes of corpses shambling through the night¸ you are their master. You are the Necromancer.