They are an army unlike any other... crusading across the stars toward a place called UnderVerse, their promised land... a constellation of dark new worlds.
Necromongers, they're called. And if they cannot convert you, they will kill you. Leading them, the Lord Marshal. He alone has made a pilgrimage to the gates of the UnderVerse... and returned a different being.
Stronger. Stranger. Half alive and half... something else.
If we are to survive, a new balance must be found. In normal times, evil would be fought by good. But in times like these, well, it should be fought by another kind of evil.
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If it is not there, you have to unfortunately create it.
When I stop being lazy, or if there is enough demand, I'll do a Vortex version that makes it easier.
crusading across the stars toward a place called UnderVerse,
their promised land...
a constellation of dark new worlds.
Necromongers, they're called.
And if they cannot convert you, they will kill you.
Leading them, the Lord Marshal.
He alone has made a pilgrimage to the gates of the UnderVerse...
and returned a different being.
Stronger. Stranger.
Half alive and half...
something else.
If we are to survive, a new balance must be found.
In normal times, evil would be fought by good.
But in times like these, well,
it should be fought by another kind of evil.