#wizardgame

Image 1: a picklist from the tabletop RPG Seven Part Pact which reads:

Your master taught you the practice of Necromancy, although he is now dead. How did he teach you? How did he die? Choose 1 which is known and, perhaps, 1 which you suspect. No matter the circumstances, he now guards the 8th Gate of Death.

He was a stern and wizened man, rather like a father for you, who raised you from the earliest age to follow his footsteps. He gave his life to hold the Gates and keep his most hated enemy at bay (perhaps it was King Morrog).

He was an awkward man, who preferred to read instead of talking, and was often negligent. He was betrayed by another Wizard in a moment of weakness (perhaps it was by the Warlock's master).

He was a charming man, barely older than you, who found you working as a petty ghoul-caller in the slums of Isha. He was executed by the King of Isha for treason and adultery. 

He was a quiet man, who rescued you from the edge of death and restored you to life, teaching you silently. One day he simply gave you his fragment of the Pact and departed into Death, never to return.

He was a cruel man, who stole you away from some faraway isle, and taught you most unpleasantly. You took his life to preserve the Seven-Part Pact, although you still wonder if it was the right choice.

You never met the former Necromancer, for you were chosen by the other Wizards to fill a vacant seat within the Pact. He taught you still, in visions and in death.

You learned your magic from the carrion-birds and open graves of the Graven Isle, and needed no master to guide your hand in matters of necromancy.

Image 2: a picklist from the tabletop RPG Seven Part Pact which reads:

You are a man, as all Wizards are. However within your heart you know:

While you are young, your hair is gray, and you can feel the icy touch of death within your bones and quickly-beating heart.

You are a dead man walking, your destined doom a black dog which bites at your heels and follows where you go.

You were once a woman, but many years ago you disguised yourself as a man and became a Wizard in secret.

While on the streets of Isha you are a woman, you adopt the form of a man to work with death.

While many see you as a man, some part of you knows you are truly a woman.

You are neither man nor woman, for such mortal matters are little concern to those who have seen the far reaches of death and returned.