You come upon a woman speaking to phantoms in the mist,the moon hidden away by the dead of night,her mystic powers surged as the dead danced in the air for her. Her torch burned and her crystal glew bright with a super natural thunder, the cold rain halted her magic not as she had the dead play this dark spectral symphony for her -Excerpt from a necormancer's tome of spirit tongues and rites.
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