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The rocks of the valley were cruel

but the soldiers made no complaint

indeed, few of them had lips to frame a protest

the wizard's troops were beyond pain or fear of death

they were already dead!

NECROMANCER

from his zombie-borne palaquin

the wizard glowered at the rock-stream wilderness around him

his inner eye saw farther

nothing lived in that desert - but something moved

a small group of shadowy forms, little more than grave-dust in the shape of a man

wraiths! - but not his!

NECROMANCER

he wondered who his rival was!

only another NECROMANCER would control a wraith-

or know the miasma and cover its treasure

NECROMANCER

(Steve Jackson Games 1983)

(Eisen 11/88)