Come closer, closer, come closer to me, and let me look upon him so bold, who breaks my seal and dare set foot in my sallow-stone sanctuary.  Do you Know me not, know not my name, know not me by my legacy?  Know not how my father 20 years to this day, raised the Yokudan dead from the Iliac Bay.

Curse upon the Ash’abah, Tu’whacca’s thrice-doomed fools, who dared resist noble Suturah’s scheme, to drown these sands in Redguard blood to be brought upon them by ancestors’ beloved.  For what is their life but a worthless stroll along an endless road of fear and toil.  For all it bears them is closer to me, the necromancer, exposer of the Far Shores fallacy.

To me, to me, oh so bold man, to me thy fate has steered thee straight.  No god can save thee from my hand, thy spirit is now mine to freely take.  But wait, hold, one moment still, I sense… no, it cannot be.  An empty shell, an unfilled husk, I sense there is no soul in thee.

So this is what they send against my contrive, a soul-shriven freak, Coldharbour flotsam.  A creature as piteous as my risen helotry, what joy, what thrill, oh what irony!  Come, come my brother, come my new friend, for thee shall serve as general to my risen army.  And together we’ll stride the roads of death and fill thy void with the hunger of the undead.

Is it not now our fate to tread this road together, across broiling desert into shadowed lands? For the waters of thy life flows too fleet, too fast, between the shores of too few years.  But I am the power behind thy fears, beyond the darkness of thy empty tears.

Come witness my work, meet the priest of Tu’whacca, see how I turn their blood to embalming cruor.  Come watch how I work the Ansei’s relics, to raise an army to flood this cursed desert. Observe the flickering of their hearts candle, burning ever more dim into frail shadow.  Listen as I chant in lissome undertone, stirring necrotic pools of quietus song.

Come look between the vaporous mists, into those vainglorious realms of death.  For together we could summon those creatures unboned, to serve under our duress.  See the star that sheds its dust upon the even skies, let it guide thee into bold service else unto a timid death.  Come closer, closer, come closer to me.

S.K