INKTOBER ‘20 #23 - RIP

Necromancy isn’t an art forbidden within the walls of the Wharf Town. None of the magicks really is under any censure, but there is a bit of a social contract here – we don’t prosecute you based on form of arcane mastery you invoke, and you don’t use your thaumaturgic might to cause any upsets, right? And while the grim arts of Necromancy might some put off, other kin and folk tend towards pragmatism… And commune with spirits, fleshcrafting and zombies are pretty much a great way to get some issues solved, work done or otherwise scrapped biological mass put towards good use. Sometimes it goes even a step further – take Mr. Gump for example. In his life a renowned herbalist and pharmacist, a well put together researcher of the plants and their properties. But his fame only grew after his demise, for as he put it, death sharpened his focus! For he no longer cares for ailments of the frail body or distractions such tend to provides. He no longer needs sleep or food, and so his keen mind – even if occupying a brains swimming in formalin in his porcelain cranium – can be put to the pursue of new insights with unerring fecundity. Nowadays the sight of his reanimated earth golem carrying his resting place around is welcomed, as his tinctures, potions, balms and unguents saved many lives as well as solved plenty of dire issues withing the city walls. We can only hope for more undead and revenants to not let the simple fact of being dead to stop them from becoming great citizens, an aspiration for the next generation of corpses and vitarians alike!