"I have told you," she says carefully, "of the arrival of Gideon Nav. Two hundred and first. I will pass over it."
"The Reverend Mother and Father could not concieve a viable fetus. They were both necromancers and that makes it... Difficult." Despite her best intentions she begins to fidget, hands restless.
"They conceived a necromantic ritual to ensure they... kindled. And that the child would be a necromancer, a once in a generation genius who could save the House and the line of Tombkeepers."
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Date: 2020-10-09 07:57 pm (UTC)"The Reverend Mother and Father could not concieve a viable fetus. They were both necromancers and that makes it... Difficult." Despite her best intentions she begins to fidget, hands restless.
"They conceived a necromantic ritual to ensure they... kindled. And that the child would be a necromancer, a once in a generation genius who could save the House and the line of Tombkeepers."
"A... ritual," she falters.