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As the sun set, the rest of the group returned to the inn. Once everyone had gathered, Tarman addressed them.
“Well then, let’s exchange what we’ve learned.”
Kald spoke first. “This is about Count Brellant and his household.”
Count Brellant, now 46 years old, was a middle-aged noble. His wife had died giving birth to their only son, leaving the count to care for the child alone. Deeply devoted to his late wife, the count never remarried, instead pouring all of his attention into raising his son. However, the boy had been born frail and was not expected to live past twenty.
“It’s said to be an incurable illness, beyond even the divine powers of the seven goddesses’ churches.”
While the divine healing arts of the seven goddesses were indeed powerful, their limitations were clear. Regrowing limbs, resurrecting the dead, and curing congenital diseases were beyond their abilities. Such things, the church proclaimed, were part of the natural laws set by the goddesses.
“It’s likely the boy has only survived this long thanks to the support of the church,” Kald concluded.
Tarman nodded. “A perfect weakness for necromancers to exploit.”
Those who feared death most were the easiest to deceive. Necromancy made it possible...
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