This is a new story! Sorry, I just didn't like the way the other one turned out, so I decided on starting another. This one is about wizards 'n stuff! Based in MineZ 1, the Necromancer has taken refuge in his tower to build up strength to attack the rest of the world. Enjoy! PLEASE DO NOT COMMENT ON THIS POST!!! COMMENT HERE -- *here* Prologue"Yes!" He cackled, the shrill sounds echoing throughout the large hall. "I've finally reclaimed my home!"He grinned and looked all around with his beady yellow eyes. The tower rose up around him, blocked only by the floors above. The grey stone was mixed with dark red rock collected from the volcano. He was the Necromancer. Once a noble wizard of great strength, he has decayed to the point of which he remains just a shadow of his former self. His blackened skin followed his hollow bones up the steep staircase into the upper halls of the tower. The pitch dark cloak whipped behind him. The three faithful servants of his were sitting in their proper chairs in front of the Necromancer's throne, made entirely of obsidian. He stalked past them and sat gently into his throne. Another toothy smile came upon his face. "Ah! My servants! You have not left me yet! Good..." He said menacingly. "We may begin."
