"Death, and the spirits that wait on it. Fear, decay... the echoes of memory." He looked toward her with dramatically widened eyes, before remembering she might not be as put off by the concept as the average Ferelden. People in the south had such a tendency to get skittish about Necromancy. As if lighting people on fire was somehow more palatable.
He raised his free hand and circled it around once, drawing up a small amount of that purple energy.
"I draw the spirits to me, and command them to my will."
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"Death, and the spirits that wait on it. Fear, decay... the echoes of memory." He looked toward her with dramatically widened eyes, before remembering she might not be as put off by the concept as the average Ferelden. People in the south had such a tendency to get skittish about Necromancy. As if lighting people on fire was somehow more palatable.
He raised his free hand and circled it around once, drawing up a small amount of that purple energy.
"I draw the spirits to me, and command them to my will."