Intergalactic Summit

Upon my escapades through Amarr freeing slaves so dug in some of them were my enemy.

I got into a duel with a Massiph. These are slaves slaving slaves; dark messiah.

We fought for the better part of a few movements. No guns only blades. Not to toot my own horn but I am a master swordsman.

Not a master you Cabalic miscreant! A better blades swinger than you. That is my pride speaking but if we were to duel you had better be savvy for I hold no mercy for that which stands between myself and freedom.

Not a swinger! I am still looking for the love of my life. Since Jack Greyson did exactly what his name describes and Chauncy is doing find. No I don't remember her slavish nomenclature but she is still gunnery expert. Chauncy#213? Chauncy#668....I don't remember and neither should you.

During this particular duel people started killing themselves. This was a minor inconvenience. Stipulations were no interference.

However these dead souls left their bodies and immediately came for my subconscious.

A strange feeling welled up about me. It disturbed more than just my perception of what was going on around me. These strange and demonic souls tried to stigmata me while I was in the duel.

I finished the Slave King up and while wiping the blood from my saber took my leave along with some valuable information.

On my walk back to my shuttle I thought back to the incident and could only wonder. How long does it take to be a slave until you have become something else; Inhuman perhaps?

The decontamination chamber while boarding S.S. Say informed me I was coated in dead matter.

I had to take a rubbing alcohol swab in order to clear up the mess.

They were necromancers.

Beware the necromancer, the cheater who only loses.

For with your wins come a line of the dead looking for salvation instead of Heaven.

-ottout

Don't, cry, about, it.

I play a Necromancer at our table top RPG! I wanted to be a nymphology mage, but the GM was all "We don't have a template for that" so I couldn't be one...