Lurking Creature
The edge beckons. The Source calls from below. Souls spiral, drawn by the call. All souls that return, all stilled flesh that yet moves. The Source gives motion, if not life.
Warrior
The undead… what are you saying?
Witch
That can’t be true!
Lurking Creature
You know it is true, master. You draw upon the Source. You channel it through your soul.
Witch
No. My power is my own!
Lurking Creature
All Necromancy flows from the Well of Souls; from the Source below. Look at the light, master. Look at its weave… its… colour…
Witch
The light of the nether… it’s the same…
Lurking Creature
Every corpse you animate… every bone you summon… every soul you command…
Witch
It’s haunting. I never knew… I was born feeling this… call… this connection…
Lurking Creature
Yes, master. Embrace Death. It is a gift… from the Source.
Sorceress
Do you speak of Necromancy?
Ranger
The heart of all that life abhors.
Huntress
You mean the risen dead?
Monk
You speak of undeath!
Mercenary
Ah shite, you mean the undead?
Druid
Not life, no. Only a mockery of it.
Lurking Creature
It is so. The Well of Souls is the Source of all Necromancy.