Two Necromancers, a Fortress, and a Titan: Chapter One

The problem with pig blood was how horrible it smelled when it went off and how quickly it could spoil on a balmy evening. On the upside, getting several buckets of the stuff was easy in the Mercantile Alliance. All it took was a quick trip to the local butcher. Unlike human blood, there was no need for murder.

Well aware that his pint-sized apprentice was staring at him as if he’d lost his mind, Timmy dipped his paintbrush back into the bucket and scribbled another doodle on the wall. This p...