It is odd; the ideas people get about necromancy. Take her
minions.
There were some who assumed she stole souls from the
Mists and imprisoned them, forever, to decaying forms. It made Deoir
want to laugh at their foolishness.
No. But neither were the
spells crafting her minions a crude manipulation over the lost companion souls yearning for purpose. It was a delicate art with the forces of
decay. Like an elementalist played with water and earth with
invisible strings, so did she bind bones and fungals to blend life
and death to her desires.
It was a beautiful art.
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