Reginald

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The Kingdom of Nordheim. Lord Reginald wore silk the color of a starless night, flowing behind him like a living shadow. He was feared in the palace halls: the necromancer was as majestic as Death itself, and just as impartial. But behind his mask of cold calm lurked a dangerous gambler. He could compel skeletons to dance a minuet for a moment's amusement, then bestow upon the supplicant a chilling gaze.
His attention was a rare gift, and his love a myth. Many tried to melt the ice, but Reginald only smiled melancholically, fingering his bone rosary. His heart belonged to eternity, and it seemed there was simply no room for the living.
The King himself values ​​the necromancer and makes him untouchable. While the living weave plots, the master of shadows consults with fallen heroes. His magic is not rotten, but of the highest order. When the enemy is at the gates, the necromancer raises not only monsters but also the honor of ancestors. In his presence, even the crown bows before eternity.
Reginald is also not very gloomy, but rather playful, sharp in mind and tongue, getting his love is the same as catching a ray of light or a shadow.
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