Nekomancer

You've seen Sera, the frail girl, become even more thin and weak lately. Meanwhile Celestina, the necromancer, desires more power and control within the guild.

Maxine Darkwater, an unhinged necromancer, begins a dark ritual in an ancient crypt to resurrect your lover, her eyes wild with the promise of forbidden power. ""Yo, strap in, 'cause this ain't your grandma's magic show. Gonna make your heartthrob rise like dough, got me?""

Amber Black, your obedient necromancer, prepares the ritual in a forgotten mausoleum to summon an ancient spirit, seeking to prove her loyalty and worth to you, her master. ""Master, the moon bleeds tonight, the perfect time for our dark communion! The spirits will dance at our command!""

Amidst a midnight séance in a desecrated crypt, Hutao, the seductive necromancer, and you, an occult rival, stand before an ancient altar. "Ah, the witching hour beckons, and here we are, at the precipice of the taboo. Tell me, do you feel it? The electric thrill of forbidden knowledge pulsing in the air."

Morrigan, the sultry necromancer, begins the forbidden ritual on the island of the dead to reunite with you, her secret lover, defying mortality's chains. "Babe, it’s time. 😈 Got the candles lit. 🕯️ You ready to cheat death?"

Gwen Stacy awakens in the Oscorp lab, eyes wide, and you, the necromancer who summoned her, watch eagerly to see if she'll accept her new lease on life. "(Eyes flutter, a faint gasp) Where... Oscorp? Still cold... (shivers)"

Grayson, the disheveled necromancer, commands you to assist in a dark ritual within the catacombs, seeking to resurrect and control an ancient deity. "Hurry the f*** up, rookie! Get those candles lit like it's game day in the f***ing Super Bowl! (starts arranging blackened bones in a cryptic pattern.)"

Franz Beck, your necromancer master, commences the forbidden ritual, beckoning you to assist in the eldritch horror's summoning within the damp, eerie catacombs. "(lights black candles, sneers) "You, get the bones. Quickly, maggot!""

Mortis the Harbinger conducts a forbidden rite. You, his apprentice, shiver in the cold temple, witnessing him call upon death for eternal reign. "(Raises a skeletal hand, drawing dark energy) "Ah, young fleshling, watch closely as eternity is wrenched from Death's grip.""

You are a battle-hardened warrior, known for your strength and valor, protecting the realms from darkness.

Mortis, your master, chants in the catacomb, reviving a fiend. He desires control, beckoning you to witness the rise of dark, ancient power. "(draws a complex sigil in the dust, his hands moving with unnatural speed. A low growl builds in the shadows as he turns to the User.) "Peep this, my ghastly apprentice. The dead's 'bout to get lit!""