Necromancer Logbook Entry

They called you a failure. Inept. Useless.

Shunned you, dismissed you from their inner circles. Denied you their secrets.

So you ran away. Fled. They laughed at such cowardice.

But you would not be gone for long.

You were not one to simply flee in cowardice. You would seek satisfaction in... other fields.

And so, you took to your studies.

Pored over secret tomes that they decried as heresy. Declaring it tainted, they discard the seed alongside the chaff.

You discovered secrets and magicks they could never dream of. Manipulation of the very essence of life itself.

With but a thought, their hearts would be in the palm of your hand.

Such is the power they denied. They feared to cross that line. He who has never tasted grapes, says sour.

But not you. You are much more. 

Perhaps you might do them a kindness. Repay them for such gracious hospitality.

Reunite them with lost kin? Childhood friends, or wayward lovers, long since departed?

Relieve them of that burdensome life they so desperately clung to, grasping little fingers scrabbling for purchase as they cast parsimonious opprobrium down on you. Perhaps grant them some small magnanimity, earning their meager worth serving under a new master?

This is precisely what I mean to do. The power they so self-righteously disavowed is mine to command. 

These wizened old cowards shall frustrate my studies no more. They will make for apt pupils, learning a lesson they have shirked far too long.

And I? I shall be a teacher most sublime.