The Necromancer Speaks

Majvoc gave a casual wave as they grew closer to the group. He had no doubt they would be simply delighted to make the acquaintance on their stalker and her pet pooch. He was about to say as much when something caught his eye. A dark shadow was gathering around the base of the dark tower. He raised his bow and knocked an arrow inciting a snarl from the giant wolf.

The shadow was rising now and forming itself into a shrouded figure, equal in height to the Jotun. The others were turning now as they too saw the strange visage appearing before them. A sudden blast of icy wind tore through the camp and a crack of thunder sounded over head accompanied by the sound of low laughter. It was coming from the figure.

"AND SO YOU ARE ALL HERE AT LAST." the word last seemed to echo as if from a great distance.

"Who are you." Balar demanded, the old warrior had placed himself between the spire and his wife, who in turn had drawn that wretched dagger of hers.

"I AM ARAGHOL, I AM THE NECROMANCER. I AM THE ONE YOU SEEK."

"You are not truly here!" Jorrik called out as he stepped along side Balar, both swords drawn.

"NO...." came the reply, "BUT I AM CLOSE. THE CITADEL IS ONE DAYS MARCH FROM WHERE YOU STAND. THIS SPIRE MARKS THE SOUTHERN BOUNDARY OF MY DOMAIN."

"Do you seek to stop us?" Tiella asked, and again there was laughter in the wind.

"STOP YOU?" came the reply, "YOU SEEK DEATH AND I WILL GLADLY OFFER IT. COME, CROSS THE BOUNDARY AND ENTER THE CITADEL. DEATH AWAITS!"