If there are multiple threads, the older thread should ideally become the 'go to' thread, unless another thread is more active.)

EveryNecromancer equal. EveryNecromancer conjured. You don’t have to have a tripcode to be a Necrony, it’s just for fun.

Due to complaints, the links have been removed from the OP copypasta, but a necrony will always be ready to help anynecrony who asks!

Summoning, undead, necromancy, and Lich's are the most important things a /N/ecromancer can have, let’s spread some joy and post some resurrected undead!

Oh you channers

I'm a summoner at heart.

Eat my Wraith!


But I'm going to be starting off as an Orc- 2 handed Melee.

I was born a slave, a practice long thought to have been abolished yet still practiced in the farther reaches of my homeland. A slave to a wizard known as Hesheyabaz. Doomed to my fate all of the slaves thought. I had one advantage over the other slaves who would all eventually disappear into that deep dark dungeons of the master to be used as test subjects for his foul magicks. I watched, and I listened. Memorizing words and hand movements, those delicate spell casting techniques forbidden to us slaves. One night as Masser rode high into the sky the Master was preparing for a powerful ritual spell said to prolong his life as he is believed to have lived for a dozen lifespans! We whispered among ourselves what our fate would be on that evening. But I knew. I knew what fate would befall us. I knew there was only one chance for escape and that it was now or never. As the slaves were being summoned one at a time deep into the dark bloody conjuration chamber I made my break for it taking with me what little possessions I had. And one more precious piece of cargo. A beginner level spell book that had been strangely left out that night night. Either my Master had intentionally put it in my path, or the gods or luck had befallen me. I grabbed it and I ran. I ran farther than I thought possible. I ran and ran. Every night making camp I would read that spellbook as much as I could. Read and try and understand. Caressing it's brown deathlike flesh cover smelling of ash and decay. Now my fate is before me. the path dark and empty as the ashen trails I have yet to travel. I will learn the secrets of this forbidden magic. I will control the magic of death!

Khajiit has sensitive nose, smells things. Undead smell, are smelly things. Khajiit would rather conjure the living.

urrr Khajiit practicing necromancy would be against the lore no?

Some say moon sugar and Skooma make one feel like the risen dead......