Greetings Caretaker,
I am Garry Ebonheart, almost twenty years in age and I already feel strongly that I should offer my part to Sanctuary's Society. Only having the deepest respect for those who came to an end, I hereby wish to apply for this demanding and respectable job.
I really hope we can meet in person soon, so that you can build up an expression of what I'm like.
PS: I'm really not a Necromancer. This man is an Infernalist and tried to kill me. I'd greatly appreciate you remove his list from the walls of your mausoleum, as it's causing me pain to be accused of Animating anything which people once considered friends.
-- A copy of the list has been made for the Caretaker's convenience --
Pi Tacked outside of the mausoleum, this long unrolled parchment hangs discreetly by the entranceKarlston 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