Tacked outside of the mausoleum, this long unrolled parchment hangs discreetly by the entrance

Karlston Brass

Karlston Brass, a classically trained performer has found himself in the city of Sanctuary, in more ways than one. His profession is a regrettable but neccessary function, caring to the last wishes of the dead. With song and word, the following have found their way to the next life.

Brimford Johonny Hasnon 120 other innocous names follow The brave defenders who fought beside me when we were forced to collapse the bridge to Barrak-Tor

And for the sake of completeness, those who have practiced the forbidden act of necromancy, and thus have been forsaken by myself and the Lord of the Dead. I would encourage no man to raise a hand against him, we should all take solace in the fact no man is immortal, least of all the damned.

Garry

And lastly, the souls in peril, those who may not have practiced the art, but condoned it with silence or petty excuses of convenience.

Ordinant Szul Dederich of the School of War Arnin Ricco