The Life of a Necromancer

The Life of a Necromancer

The Bureaucrat

Stories about necromancersPosted by necromancer Thu, March 30, 2017 20:44:24

The streets of Port Black Mouth were empty and quiet. No one resisted any longer. The necromancer, whom everybody knew as “The Bureaucrat” had silenced both the mayor, the city council and the feeble rebellion and taken control of the city. Unlike most other necromancers, he had infiltrated the city with his silver-tongued speeches and promises of protection and wealth. Lies. He had planned every little thing ahead – bribery for the weak city council members, poison for the hardy and dark magic for any unforeseen challenges. There was hardly any battle. The city guard ran away in fear at the mere sight of the charging hell knights. It was almost too easy.

“Get rid of the mayor, Doctor,” The Bureaucrat glanced at his apprentice. “Of course, master,” the doctor replied, “would you like me to spoil the corpse in any particular way?” The doctor made some gestures with his long fingers, suggesting different options. “yes, I don´t need the body; distillation is fine.” The doctor hurried out of the room.

He didn´t show it to anybody, but The Bureaucrat was exhausted after several months of plotting and scheming. He had weakened the city guard and the city council with his dark magic at the cost of his own strength. He could barely hold the pen as he wrote a new constitution for the city:

“From this day on “The Bureaucrat” rules Port Black Mouth. No one has the authority to question his will. Usurpers will be hung.”

The Bureaucrat





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