She has never understood the inherent contradiction in Necromancy. Beings are made up of two parts. The soul is sacred, immortal, and immutable. It may be stolen, diverted, or trapped, but never destroyed. They are next to the gods.
The body is gross matter. It rots and decays. It can be shaped and changed. It isn’t sacred at all. Once a being dies, it is merely a shell.
And yet, whenever anyone happens upon her in a field of chattering skulls, they always get upset and start yelling at her.
It’s downright hypocritical, she thinks as the paladins charge in.

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