Necromancer - Blog Posts
Been deep in the BG3 playthrough for months, here's some art of my current Tav, 'Seth' Dawnharvest! He's a necromancer warlock (thanks modding) and pre-game he evaluates/acquires magic artefacts for a living. Also has a devil dog called Andras!
Y'all, imagine how incredible it would be to be both a writer AND a necromancer. You can just telepathically write your books. And not just that! Imagine the efficiency!
Skeleton number one, write this cool plot I have in my head! Skeleton number two, make a tumblr post about how cool it is to be both a writer AND a necromancer!
so like what if I started writing about a girl with her dead (supposedly) unrequited love and her journey to try to bring him back to life.
like ngl I think that would breathe the life back into me…
Hopefully gonna be drawing more detailed pieces. Cuz this guy Thumbs up
I got the idea for a mage using a teapot from quota of all places. I was just board and decided to do some quizzes. One of the results was a magic teapot, Then BAM! New character idea. She’s also a necromancer.
In which post-show Mable and Dipper must deal with a dead body (It’s ok, necromancy can’t be that hard-)
yeah we’re pretty sure he just does it so he can fuck with people who piss him off but he’s weirdly competent so we just let him keep going
fuck it im moving to wizard island
watch as i illegally get there on a raft of skellys while dressed in light clothes and a denim jacket
The catalyst character from the urban fantasy detective story I'm writing.
Yes I am aware the rain cuts off awkwardly, I don't have the energy to fix it.
|hexblood necromancer wizard|
Once upon a time a Hag raised 8 daughters each one skilled in different type of magic.
Aravis, my wizard hexblood necromancer from witch coven. Every witch represents one of eight wizards schools.
All hexbloods serve their leader Hag. They call her Mother and do everything she wants, because Mother saves them and they have to be greatfull
My D&D character for my friend's first mini-campaign.
Khalte is a High Elf necromancer, ~150 years old. She was raised in a temple of Vel-shah-roon and has been studying necromancy since she was a teen (judging by Elven standards).
Necromancer WIP for my Character Design class last semester
Prompt: Steampunk Short Necromancer 💀🎩⚰🕯
Cheers to our TA Margo for the help with this new rendering process!
early numenor era | dol guldur era
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This gal would make for a great dnd character or npc! I imagined her to have a fun and bright personality with a dark side to her
-Gravebound-
Warnings: None
The damned came swiftly—gnashing teeth, blackened claws, hunger burning in hollow eyes. The man had no weapon. Only fear. He ran… and fell. As he hit the ground, the weight of dread pressed down on him, the shadows closing in like a shroud. He gasped for breath, heart racing, aware that escape was slipping through his fingers like sand.
The last thing he expected to see was her.
Shadows moved before she did—then bone cracked from the earth like spears. The corpses around him twisted, bones jerking upward like puppets, and in a flash of sickly green light, death turned on itself. The ghouls screamed. And died again.
When the silence returned, so did the cold. She stood over him. Cloaked in black, her hands still humming with necrotic power. Her eyes, pale as frost, watched him like something being measured—not saved.
"You're... not one of them," he breathed, half in awe, half in fear.
She said nothing. Just stared.
He coughed, struggling to sit up, blood on his lips. "You saved me."
Her voice was like wind over a tombstone—dry, low, certain.
"I preserved the balance. That is all."
But he saw something in her, even as she turned to leave.
Not mercy. Not warmth.
Something colder. Deeper. A soul that had buried its own softness to walk among the dead.
Still, as she disappeared into the mist, the man whispered into the emptiness:
"Even cold hands can pull someone from the fire."
And from afar, unseen, her steps faltered.
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one of these days I'm going to have to find a reliable source of media to satisfy my chest pain inducing love of necromancers, or I'm going to turn to dark magics to make a bunch of zombie ants and go to war with the local ant mounds.