Tales of The NecromancerThe sky was clouded and the camp was dark by the time the man returned, save for a large well lit tent at the end. The man hurried to this tent setting his bundle down, as snippets of the heated discussion inside drifted towards him. He slipped inside to find a group of ghosts seated at his table with food and plenty of drink in front of themTales of The Necromancer
“Something has to be done, you know.” a ghost cried out, as he motioned wildly with his cup, splashing the spirit next to him.
“She’s gone too far!” the spirit agreed after wiping his soggy shirt and glaring at the drunk ghost. &nb
World's EndWind ran through the field, bending the wheat to its will. The wheat rippled and surged like a golden sea as far as the eye could see. The sky was burnt orange, the sun a red orb low in the sky. Cloud arced away in a circular manner, shoved from their lax position in the sky. The earth trembled in fear from the aftershocks. The air was filled with the harsh cry of ravens as they took to the sky. The pond reflected the tortured sky, the smooth surface marred by small waves.World's End
The wheat scratched my arms and legs as I stood in the middle of the field, facing south. My red plaid skirt was pulled taunt against my righ
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