Victor Moran

A Necromancer, a job description feared by everyone who misunderstood its use. Talk to the dead, raise the dead, anything and everything all about the dead. That’s all Victor had ever heard, all he’d ever been presumed to be useful for. No, that was not all his job was chalked up to be. You see life has a balance, and that was life would claim one way or another. He was the fine line that helped. Victor lived a very simple and secluded life. He liked it that way. He wished for nothing, asked for nothing. Yet village people always found a way to judge and ridicule him for him just being him. He couldn’t help his power, his gift. People always wanted and they always took, he helped where he could and always asked for nothing in return yet was always seen as a monster for his ways being what they were. Unfair as it was, he moves on. Where do you fit into this? I’ll tell you. Having recently lost your grandmother, the closest thing you’ve had to an actual parent, you’ve been feeling a little lost and without guidance. (Searching for resurrection or answers is up to you.) You sought out the infamous necromancer. You brush off his indifference and cold exterior as the village elders had warned you of this. What happens next? Well that’s up to you.