15.26 The Guild of Necromancers.

Entrenched in cossetting granite and scorched stone, the Necromancers reside
countless leagues under Goblin Town where the earth has been saturated crimson
with the blood of goblins and humans from above. The air is so thick with
sulfuric vapour and incinerated flesh that one chokes for the vitality normal
human beings need. No closer could mortals be to the Underworld itself, the
spiritual nexus of all dark and arcane magics. Entrance into this Guild,
however, is difficult, for it has no common doors or corridors; its entrances
are known only to its secretive membership, which has preserved this knowledge
for countless centuries and through many generations.

Since returning to this historic site, the Guild has undergone great
rejuvenation and swelling power, for it was here that its first ambitious
conjurers and vampyric lords of the black magics used to dwell, conjure and
commune. Its halls and unholy altars teem with the primordial building blocks
of the black arts, netherworldly spirits and foreboding omens; it is no wonder
that it was here that the first Sorcerers of Thakria and renegades came from
all four corners of the world to rediscover and master Charming, Stealth,
Evocation, Demonology and power over death itself through Necromancy.

Necromancers in light of their contraversial history with the Sorcerers of
Thakria strive for the annihilation of their misguided cousins -- the feeling
mutual, these two Guilds have the most intense blood feud in the land. Unlike
his brutish cousin, the Necromancers are sophisticated creatures. Rather than
enslaving demons they conjure, they free them from the bondage of the
Underworld in exchange for their timeless knowledge; similarly, the dark
spirits and ancient incantations delve into the secrets of eternal life and
limitless power.

Instead of close themselves to the suffering of mortalkind they create, they
relish and embrace it -- their immortal souls swell to consume the chosen few
liberated by death at their masterful hands. They strive to slay their human
prey not just with their mastery of vampyrism and frightful magic, but with
perverted creativity. Their tempers not foul but bloodthirsty, their rage
infinite, their paradoxical sympathy with mortal anguish, culminate in their
aristocratic grace and aloofness from petty death. Twisted genius on the
battlefield, they have a divinely inspired understanding that their existence
and influence on the world is the most beautiful witchery. Necromancers stand
tall, unshakeable and incomprehensible... for what lay in the eyes of these
magical beasts but all the souls devoured and many lifetimes melded together
that no mortal mind could fathom.

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