Ligaments (or, in this case, the lack thereof)

It’s gotta be rough, being a centuries-dead hero of legend, struggling from the waters of the underworld, swimming through a literal sea of the dead, only to find out that you’re coming back as the lackey of an underage necromancer.

The kid has been coming here on the full moon for a year, calling to her. That is his tie to her. Her tie to him is that she wants to be able to feel the world again. And her word is, of course, her bond.

 

Not many necromancers in The Fifth World, but I bet there are people who say they are.The only Solarpunk RPG I've ever seen.

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