Romans & histoires Necromancer Runes

I didn't expect that centaur woman to be a second-order healing shaman priest, the two male centaurs were also fourth-order warriors, but they still didn't have any effect, after all, the human side's level and numbers were crushing. The so-called shaman priest is the orc's proprietary spell casting unit, divided into healing, enhancement, elemental three categories, corresponding to the human priest, paladin and mage.

“I just need to sever the ancient evil’s hold on him.” The Necromancer chuckled, a dry, rasping sound. “Oh, young one,” he murmured, tilting his head. “You still don’t understand, do you? That kind of bond—the one between him and the ancient evil—is not simply a curse.” His grin widened. “It’s possession. It’s fate. And it does not break so easily.” Rigel gritted his teeth. “Then tell me what will.” The Necromancer’s gaze darkened. “There is a ritual,” he admitted, voice dipping into something almost reverent. “An ancient one. A forbidden one.”

The altar was about two metres wide and crimson in colour, its surface was covered with many intricate lines that gave a sense of vertigo if been stared at for long, along the circumference were twelve profound and mysterious runes. The alter served many purposes but in this instance it was used to test the bloodline of the child, if he wasn’t a pure Hunter then the alter wouldn’t even make the slightest reaction no matter what was done, apart from that it was used in testing one’s talent, after the person’s blood has been dropped at it’s very center the lines will light up with crimson light followed by the runes, the number of runes one was able to light up will correspond ones’ talent, li

Andrius struggled to get up after falling to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of shock. What was that rune? It was terrifying! “Andrius…” Cedric reminded, “Maybe you can try using your wolf blood to melt this strange rune. You might gain something unexpected.” Andrius’ eyes lit up. The skeleton was a being from the Divine Realm, and his wolf blood was also from the Divine Realm, so they shared the same origin. Immediately, Andrius squeezed out some wolf blood and sprinkled it on the rib, which sizzled fiercely. The protective light on the rune weakened under the corrosion of Andrius’ wolf blood until it finally disappeared.

After taking them out of the shelf, they revealed themselves: three stones with symbols carved in blue light were in my hand. “Runes!” Knight barked in. I have never seen runes before, the few witches that neighbored our pack didn’t have any in their shop. Maybe they were rare, but despite that, I could recognize the magical stones in my hands as runes and I felt their power radiating through me. “Henry, are you sure this is the right move? Stealing like that?” Knight barked in my head, as he paced back and forth nervously, restlessly, like a wolf with fleas.

"Personally speaking, I've never seen him in action myself. But a lot of people have, and his record is impeccable. And he does all this as a Freelancer, and solo to boot. Although, being a Necromancer, he's not literally alone. I've been told he can summon hundreds at a time." "A Master Necromancer at the age of twenty-three. And handsome as the devil himself," Madam Josefa chuckled, apparently enjoying my father's sour face. "What do you want with him, Madam? If he's a Necromancer, it means his abilities are most likely runic and symbolic in origin, rather than mystic." Dad asked her, referring to Madam Josefa's clairvoyant abilities. Yes, that was something I wanted to know too. But of co

She was standing in front of her father, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at him writhing on the floor. His wings lying somewhere far, bloody and twitching. “Save…save me…save me…” But Serena remained silent. The moon shone brightly, brighter than any other day. She could hear the high tides, she could hear their impatience. The rune of Nauthiz (ᚾ) hovers and disappears. She doesn't know what to make of it. It’s the rune of need, urgency, but also conveys the acceptance of the unchangeable. Did that mean…?

I see the purple smoke and electric energy flow freely from me, not the amulet, pushing Cutlass into the air and backward into his army. “I’m not a liar! Don’t force your army to die for your own cause!” I yell. It angered me he was willing to sacrifice his kind, and it seems I was not the only one who felt that way. The Orc who had stood beside him does some kind of hand signal, and the army of Orcs restrain Cutlass, despite his yelling. Turning to face me he takes two very large steps then kneels to be face to face with me. The knights nearby me prepare for an attack. The Orc didn’t look much different to the Cutlass, except for the fact that his long hair and beard were tied up with black

"What of it?" "In the past there was a group called necromancers, they were vampires who discovered a way to become stronger through drinking the right type of blood" Raphael gave her a glance "Every being on earth has their own special blood, but drink that of a high alpha werewolf, and a noble vampire, it opens a whole new world of possibility" "What does a necromancer do?" Rebecca asked. "Dark magic, bring the dead back to life, some want to use its power to conquer the world, me, I want to cure the vampire curse"

“First, you must remove your waist belt and submit it to me. Do it quickly, because my pal over there doesn't have much patience left.” Rhaizen Gale followed the instructions. He flung his belt, which contained all of his potions and elixirs, over to the Lorth mage. The mage said, "Good." He then proceeded to stomp the vials and beakers under his feet, ensuring that they were all smashed. He knew the chemicals could only react when they were cast by an alchemist who had consumed a mutagen that caused them to tap into the manna fields, so he could stomp on them as much as he wanted because he knew they were nonreactive and couldn't harm him.