Necrorage

Roy spent 2 months in a coma after the prom-night drunk driving accident that cost him his best friend and his left eye. Young rage, crippled for life.

Forsaking God, forsaking life, he drew a pentacle in his hospital room with his own blood, and called for his dead friend. What he called up that night still follows him this day, but it can only be seen by the adept. A black, shriveled little man, with ebon wings and a long pointed nose. It whispers lies to him. I do not think he is even aware of it.

The Circle of Power he created still exists as well. After a few too many patients died in that room of 'unexpected complications' they shut down the room. Then they tore down the wing after an oxygen fire. Now, the circle is in the center of the new incinerator, where they dispose of pathological samples and other human remains.

Half trained shamans should not attempt necromancy.

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