The Last Light (The Wandering Inn, #5)

by Pirateaba

“Miss Shivertail, may I state my objections to your restrictions on my fellow teammate?” Selys blinked at the Antinium and eyed him for a moment. “Uh, okay. What’s the problem?” Ksmvr nodded. Oblivious to the stares, he raised his voice and spoke calmly. “I feel that this restriction on the summoning of undead is unjust. You are restricting our tactical diversity with such actions. The raising of the dead is a key facet to the [Necromancer] class, and I for one object to the crippling of one of my fellow adventurer’s abilities. I am sure my colleagues feel the same.” He nodded around the room at the shocked Drakes, Humans and Gnolls. There was a pause and one of the Drakes, a short fellow with black scales stood up. “Not I! I’m glad I don’t have to deal with a [Necromancer], let alone journey with one! Who knows if he’d turn me into a zombie after I died! Would you like that, Antinium?” There was a great deal of hostility in his voice, which Ksmvr seemed to completely ignore. The Antinium nodded calmly. “I would be insulted if he did not use my body.” The black-scaled Drake paused. “What? Are you insane? Why would you want that?” Ksmvr clicked his mandibles together. “Animating a fallen teammate’s corpse is the only sound tactical decision to be made in a combat situation. Or would you prefer to let your comrades lie where they fall?”

He has a point. Would you opt to let more teammates die by not using a potentially pivotal resource? It is a bit creepy, but might mean all the difference to the survivors.