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IMPERIAL PROCLAMATION | THE UNHOLY NECROMANCER PROTECTORATE

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A young ghoul’s hands clattered together. It’s best attempt at clapping. Perhaps maybe next time she was taken out on a raid there would be a feast to be had. 

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A particularly restless pile of bone has the notice draped over its skull by a now officiated Gravelord©®™. With glowing Non(yet)-CA-Accepted eyes it peruses the declaration from within the compost bin of a well adorned, holy necromantic lair.

 

"Ave Chivay! " a disembodied voice would sound, its tone pleasing the gravelord - eternal devotion to the Empire of Man (wrong one) sealed once and for all.

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The phantom of the former empress of man, Circe would stare at the missive, upset at being unable to pick up a quill and outline a giant middle finger on it. She would require a Ghost Writer (heh) 

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A homeless, five-century-old Necromancer had gotten her hopes up when she saw the missive. "AGGHK! SPAM MAIL!" she lamented, and crawled back into the sewers, somewhere.

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Juniper recalls the Necromancer she once called one of her own sons. Holding the missive now, not even she could help but chuckle, and hand it off to her husband. "Looks like Felix is going places. You've never met him, have you? I think you would enjoy his company if he wouldn't, like, maybe try to kill us and steal our souls."

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Barrowlord Szardiael (HIGH HELLS) (ZENTHERAK) 

 

BURNS this missive

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"This will be a great change!" Endyrn remarks from an alchemy lab that definitely isn't located in the undead castle, "I totally don't know who this Felix guy is, but he sounds great."

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