Undead limbs to replace those people have lost, controlled by will and thought rather than muscle and nerves.
A shimmering field of cosmic energy, the Shining Throne is a recent celestial phenomena with no known origin. Some think the end is near, and they're closer than you'd think. Others worship it as a herald of things to come.
A specialized sort of stiff, bound to a working desk to slave away at copying whatever anyone shouts at them.
The greatest school of necromantic thought and practice in the world, private or military. Here, the very best are trained in the art of necromancy, at the very cutting edge of discovery - and do their best not to get cut.
Portable, sometimes fixed, workshops for fixing broken stiffs. They combine aspects of a car mechanic, a butcher's shop, and a surgeon's operating table all in one.
Zounds are reanimated canines, raised from the dead to service humanity once more. They may or may not still be a good boy.
A secret society within another, less-secret secret society. Secretception!
A quick-spreading and hungry infection that feasts on the rotting flesh of undead, threatening to collapse economies.
The Thanatological Society is a secret society of scholars, necromancers, and philosophers, dedicated to thanatology - the study of death.
An infectious scream brought on by celestial lights, causing the undead to scream, sing, gurgle and hiss.
Ghouls live in the most inhospitable places in the modern world, driven there by poverty, desperation, or sinister intent
Necromancers turned industralists, commanding legions of undead labor and scores of factories, clinging to glories of those early achievements still.
