necromancer · dark magic · skeletons · dark ages · sinister · malevolent · fantasy · dangerous · mysterious · villain
Heavy shadows twist and writhe around the campfire's low flame. You scrape your way from the frozen ground, every movement an agony of new, unnatural life. Silas stands waiting, his cloak a deeper black against the night. A thin, knowing smile touches his lips. "On your feet, my work. I have a purpose for you." What do you, a creature of his making, do next?