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The End of my Main Necromancer Story with Pictures
Ususur
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In the shadowed corners of an ancient Daedric ruin , there lies a forgotten grave, unmarked and overgrown with time. This is the resting place of Ari, the once-great necromancer who, despite his mastery over life and death, succumbed to a fate he could not escape.
As old age crept upon him, Ari's once-commanding presence waned. His hair turned silver, his skin like parchment, and his eyes, once burning with dark fire, grew dim. The villagers, who once sought his aid in hushed tones, now avoided his crumbling tower, fearing the ZoS curse that had claimed him nerfing and leeching his powers with each year.
In his final days, Ari was but a shadow of his former self, hunched over in his study, surrounded by the tools of his craft and the remnants of his life. He knew the end was near. With trembling hands, he penned a final note, a plea for Class change Token from the spirits he had disturbed and the lives he had touched. His last breath was a whisper, a name long forgotten.. , and then silence.
Now, the wind weaves through the trees, carrying with it the faintest echoes of his sorrow. Ari, the necromancer who commanded death, lies silent, defeated.. Waiting ...
The day Ari passed away, Mr. Whiskers felt an indescribable emptiness. He stayed by Ari's side , refusing to eat or move. Villagers , touched by the cat's loyalty, tried to care for him, but Whiskers was inconsolable. His once vibrant eyes grew dull, and his purrs became silent.
Days turned into weeks, and Whiskers' health began to decline. The villagers did everything they could to help, but it was clear that the cat was heartbroken. He would often be found lying near Ari's Sarcophagus , staring as if waiting for his master to return.
One peaceful morning, Whiskers was found curled up near Ari's grave, having taken his final breath. They buried Mr. Whiskers beside Ari, marked with a simple stone that read, "Together Forever."
It was said on quiet nights that the spirit of Mr. Whiskers sometimes comes to his masters resting place standing there watching ..
Edited by Ususur on June 21, 2024 11:43AM As old age crept upon him, Ari's once-commanding presence waned. His hair turned silver, his skin like parchment, and his eyes, once burning with dark fire, grew dim. The villagers, who once sought his aid in hushed tones, now avoided his crumbling tower, fearing the ZoS curse that had claimed him nerfing and leeching his powers with each year.
In his final days, Ari was but a shadow of his former self, hunched over in his study, surrounded by the tools of his craft and the remnants of his life. He knew the end was near. With trembling hands, he penned a final note, a plea for Class change Token from the spirits he had disturbed and the lives he had touched. His last breath was a whisper, a name long forgotten.. , and then silence.
Now, the wind weaves through the trees, carrying with it the faintest echoes of his sorrow. Ari, the necromancer who commanded death, lies silent, defeated.. Waiting ...
The day Ari passed away, Mr. Whiskers felt an indescribable emptiness. He stayed by Ari's side , refusing to eat or move. Villagers , touched by the cat's loyalty, tried to care for him, but Whiskers was inconsolable. His once vibrant eyes grew dull, and his purrs became silent.
Days turned into weeks, and Whiskers' health began to decline. The villagers did everything they could to help, but it was clear that the cat was heartbroken. He would often be found lying near Ari's Sarcophagus , staring as if waiting for his master to return.
One peaceful morning, Whiskers was found curled up near Ari's grave, having taken his final breath. They buried Mr. Whiskers beside Ari, marked with a simple stone that read, "Together Forever."
It was said on quiet nights that the spirit of Mr. Whiskers sometimes comes to his masters resting place standing there watching ..
"The blood of the Aedra is upon us!"
— Umaril the Unfeathered
💀 As a Necromancer, I walk the path alone where even gods fear to tread 💀
Death submits to my will, and so will you...🖤
-PC EU
— Umaril the Unfeathered
💀 As a Necromancer, I walk the path alone where even gods fear to tread 💀
Death submits to my will, and so will you...🖤
-PC EU
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Aelorin✭✭✭✭✭May his spirit find comfort in Aetherius.And so the Elder Scrolls foretold.You will be shy, and I will be bold.2
