"Do you understand what this means, trangressor? No, should I say..."
The mage family of Velkins passed magic-bearing treasures down their house for generations. Among that trove was a black crystal ball filled with immense, but unusable magic remniscent of that of the living dead. It held power over the dead, and no one knew when or where it first appeared. The ball remained incouspicious in the vault until it was stolen one day.
One cloudless night, a young boy with a cold heart and an ambition fit for a king stood in a graveyard. In his hands was a black crystal ball. Before him was a desecrated grave. And standing next him was a skeleton that towered over him, its eyes glowing red with undead treachery.
However, the same crystal ball that granted the skeleton power to move bound it to its master's will. But for how long?
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