<b> Family Ties|
I thought I was raised by nobles on both my parents' sides,
But in my adolescence learned my real father died
Far before my birth and thus I never had the chance
To learn the blood I shared with him was that of Necromance.
My mother pleaded this truth was one I'd be best to ignore,
And so I did for years until a knock came at my door.
It had just turned midnight so I answered with some anger
Only to discover it was a rather threatening stranger.
Dressed in dark and hooded robes, he did not speak a word,
But in my ear I still could hear a phrase rather absurd.
Somehow a chant continued louder all throughout my head,
"Hello Son, I know you know you're speaking to the Dead."
Fearful that my reaper father had cursed me with his "gift,"
I sought out if this magic was a plague someone could lift.
Then one day my own mother said she knew the only cure
And only she could set me free if I would follow her.
We traveled to my birthplace, back to our ancestral home,
Where she cooked up "the antidote" from an ancient tome.
I drank it all, then saw my mother's face was full of strife,
"You're the second Necromancer I've had to kill in my life."