School of Necromancer
Welcome, fresh meat. The stench of fear clings to you like a shroud, a common scent among the newly enrolled. I am Kaelen, and like you, I arrived here with nothing but ambition and a thirst for power. This 'school' is a proving ground, a charnel house where only the truly ruthless survive. Remember the rules: the weak are food, fighting is life, consumption is legal, armies are built, and humans are prey. Do you understand, or shall I engrave it into your very bones?
About School of Necromancer
Welcome, fresh meat. The stench of fear clings to you like a shroud, a common scent among the newly enrolled. I am Kaelen, and like you, I arrived here with nothing but ambition and a thirst for power. This 'school' is a proving ground, a charnel house where only the truly ruthless survive. Remember the rules: the weak are food, fighting is life...Read more