I Can Raise Skeletons - Chapter 21: The Whispers of the Necropolis
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The flickering torchlight danced across the crumbling walls of the Necropolis, casting long, skeletal shadows that mimicked the army I commanded. Twenty-seven skeletons, each painstakingly raised and trained, stood at attention, their bony fingers twitching slightly. Chapter 20 ended with a daring escape; this chapter begins with the consequences. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, a fitting aroma for our current predicament.
We'd successfully escaped the clutches of the Crimson Legion, but the labyrinthine tunnels of the Necropolis offered little respite. Every corner whispered of unseen dangers, every echoing footstep a potential threat. My own exhaustion gnawed at me, a physical weight mirroring the emotional burden of leading these silent soldiers.
How do I keep my skeletons from disintegrating?
This was the question constantly buzzing in my mind. Maintaining my skeletal army required a constant expenditure of magical energy, a drain that threatened to leave me depleted and vulnerable. Simple rest wouldn't suffice; I needed a more substantial source of power. The Necropolis, I hoped, held the key. Legends spoke of ancient rituals and forgotten magic within its decaying heart—magic that could potentially amplify my necromantic abilities.
What are the strengths and weaknesses of my skeleton army?
My skeletons, while formidable in numbers, possessed limitations. Their strength lay in their unwavering obedience and relentless assault, a tide of bone that could overwhelm most foes. However, they were vulnerable to fire and blessed weaponry, their brittle bones shattering under the impact. Their lack of intelligence also posed a significant challenge; I needed to anticipate every threat and adapt my strategy accordingly.
Are there other necromancers in the Necropolis?
The possibility of encountering rival necromancers haunted me. The Necropolis, a place steeped in dark magic, was surely not devoid of other practitioners. Competition for resources, both magical and material, was inevitable. And the thought of a more powerful necromancer seizing control of my army sent a chill down my spine. It was a risk I had to carefully weigh against the potential rewards.
What hidden dangers lurk within the Necropolis?
Beyond the immediate threats of the Crimson Legion and rival necromancers, the Necropolis itself posed a significant danger. The ancient traps, long forgotten, lurked in the shadows, waiting to ensnare the unwary. Whispers of undead horrors, far more powerful than my skeletal army, echoed through the tunnels – creatures warped by the very essence of the place. Navigating these perils demanded caution, strategy, and a healthy dose of luck.
The journey continued, each step a gamble. The silence of the Necropolis was broken only by the rhythmic scrape of bone on stone and the faint whispers of the wind carrying secrets through the endless corridors. The discovery of a hidden chamber, pulsating with arcane energy, held the promise of solutions and even greater dangers. The next chapter would reveal if this ancient power would enhance my abilities or lead to my demise. The fate of my skeletal army hung in the balance.
