Usually, one thinks of the opposite or natural foe of a Necromancer as being some sort of white mage or cleric (or sometimes paladin).
But what if the natural enemy of the Necromancer is the Bard?
In combat there’s no contest, but the secret of bards is they weave the big magic, they weave the story-magic and the song-spell. And when a dwarven mine collapses or a dragon scours a city or the Edmund Fitzgerald wrecks in a storm there’s a bard there to weave a mournful folk-song about the event.
The bard’s song or tale memorializes the lost but it also binds the event into a tale, the wild chaos of life and death tamed by the structure of narrative and verse. All sealed with an ending and reinforced by the retelling.
And when the Necromancer pulls forth his scepter of bone and calls to the souls of the lost to rise in his service, he receives no answer. The dead do not rise because that’s not how the story ends. Too many people have heard it. Too many voices have sung it. The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
I’M SO EXCITED IM VIBRATING. I HOPE TO SEE YOU GUYS IN AUGUST. YOU GUYS CAN COME AND CRY AT MY TABLE but you cannot lie on it because i’ll be on it with my friends. i’ll be tabling with a bunch of my best friends and we’re gonna party rock till the end of days
Here are a couple amazing anime that I highly recommend
Ef: A Tale of Memories (Season 1)
On Christmas Eve, Hiro Hirono runs into Miyako Miyamura, a frivolous girl who “borrows” his bicycle in order to chase down a purse thief. After Hiro finds his bicycle wrecked and Miyako unconscious, the two unexpectedly spend their Christmas Eve together, and when they discover they go to the same high school, their accidental relationship develops even further. This sparks the jealousy of Hiro’s childhood friend Kei Shindou, whose pure approach to life catches the eye of Kyosuke Tsutsumi, a womanizing photographer searching for the perfect shot.
Elsewhere, Renji Asou, a boy who dreams of being a girl’s knight in shining armor, has a chance encounter with Kei’s twin sister—the overly shy Chihiro Shindou, who spends her time reading alone—at an abandoned train station. The two quickly become friends and eventually decide to write a novel together. However, when Renji discovers Chihiro’s secret, a disability that causes her to have an eternally ephemeral memory, his childish ideals will be put to the test.
Guided by two mysterious adults, these youths’ relationships intertwine in a heart-rending tale of love, rejection, acceptance, and memories.
Ef: A Tale of Melodies (Season 2)
In a story set years in the past, Himura Yuu is a studious and diligent young man intent solely on maintaining his top academic position at Otowa Academy. One day, he meets a mysterious girl named Amamiya Yuuko, who, to his surprise, recognizes him. Memories of a distant childhood, memories rather left forgotten… meeting Yuuko again will force Yuu to confront the regrets and sorrows of their collective pasts and presents.
In the present, Kuze Shuuichi may seem like a womanizer, but upon closer inspection, is a man who would rather be left alone. Hayama Mizuki, however, is not the type of girl who would let him be, especially after hearing the beautiful sounds of his violin performance. As Mizuki attempts to become closer to him, Kuze attempts to push her away—the tale of their budding relationship is darkened with undertones of an imminent tragedy.
God, did not see the tears of the traveler. He did not become attached. He did not have to break free. Man built the road, to get away from home, to reach exile. The road is calling out my name… it tells me… today is the day to break free… A small backpack full of memories on my trembling shoulders. From all the good and bad people, from all that happy and sorrowful tales, what has remained for me but memories? A vague image in the speck of dust on the window. The road has put out its arms… waiting for me… I am singing the bitter story of goodbye even though my lips are closed. To leave behind all memories. All the love. All the attachment. It’s hard but I have no choice.