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Excerpts from the Teklirian Manuscript:
Introduction What draws a potential practitioner to the necromantic arts can be any number of things, but for each it is undeniably personal. For some it’s vengeance at a raw childhood. For others, mere curiosity coupled with an unexpected knack. And still others are drawn to it out of fear or a need for power over that which chills them. There are more reasons than there are necromancers, but one unifying theme is clear: the capacity and tenacity for arduous study.
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A MARIGOLD, I PRAY TO BE.
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Black Moon
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