Role

Chapter 4

A cold air wafted into the guild halls, and a strong stench of death
wafted along with it. With a shiver, Ginni was torn away from her
studies and looked up from a book on necrotic rituals. A tall
wraith-shrouded figure had entered to speak with the Guildmaster. For
some reason this being was making her pulse race.

She uttered the cantrip to detect magic, and was nearly blinded by the
sudden blinding vision of the raw magical prowess of this archmage! A
torrent a mana flooded them. Slowly as her eyes began to adjust to the
archmage she sensed more in the room, she uttered the infravision cantrip
and realized the zombies, golem, construct, and ghoul hovered on the
periphery of the room, obediently in the shadows. With her mouth agape
she stared back at the archmagus and began dissecting what she saw. This
shrouded being was not just powerful, they were beyond mortal! This was
a mummy! A necromancer of legend had come! She distractedly went back
to her book of necrotic rituals. She maintained a peripheral vision on
the mummy. So in awe of it, she barely memorized a single ritual.
Neither the guildmaster nor the mummy paid her any notice. A novice of
necromancy was a waste of their time.

Mages unclenched the robes they had been shivering in as a warmth settled
back into the guild. Like a vacuum, the cold air was sucked out of the
guild with the leaving of the mummy. Sparing not a moment, Ginni rushed
over to the guildmaster and inquired as to the mummy. At first, the
guildmaster bade the apprentice mind her own business, but Ginni was
adamant about knowing. That is when she learned of the Provost of the
Blood Tribunal Aztezul, Mummy Lord. From that moment forward Ginni laid
plans to grow in enough strength and knowledge to become an apprentice
under Aztezul. She would learn from a true master, and not from
guildmasters who would never work up the courage to become. Cowards, the
lot of them.