"I couldn't ask you to fight witches with a fragile body just like a normal person's. A Magical Girl's old body is nothing more than a piece of hardware. Your actual soul is kept in a much safer, compact form that is capable of controlling magic much more efficiently. It's part of my job — when I complete a Magical Girl contract, I removed your souls and changed them into Soul Gems."
— Kyubey, Puella Magi Madoka Magica
"The cultists are the most autonomous and industrious of the undead. They spent their lives practicing black arts and bowing to all manner of atrocity. Centuries of sleep has apparently done nothing to eliminate old habits.
Former primordial priests, banished magi, worshippers who sacrificed and were sacrificed. Who knows what else?
Something in that black soil nurtured their mystical talents, and inspired them to rise rejuvenated."
Former primordial priests, banished magi, worshippers who sacrificed and were sacrificed. Who knows what else?
Something in that black soil nurtured their mystical talents, and inspired them to rise rejuvenated."
— Richard Sonnac's after-mission report on "They Never Stop Coming", The Secret World
"What, you don't recognize me? I'm crushed! Here, I'll give you a hint... 'Next up on Extreme Makeover: This frumpy old sorcerer suffers from an expiring lifespan, a crippling viral infection and unsightly crow's feet. But once our team of clerics and stylists are done with him, he'll be undead fabulous, girlfriend!'"
— Xykon, The Order of the Stick: Start of Darkness
"It's not just about power, it's about how far you're willing to debase yourself before feeling bad. And me? I ripped off my own living flesh so I wouldn't have to admit weakness."
— Xykon, The Order of the Stick: Start of Darkness
"My dear Chancellor, I didn't murder my entire family and use their blood to turn myself into an undead abomination to be told I couldn't do things."
— Dread Emperor Revenant, A Practical Guide to Evil
As a man follows the dark path of the Necromancer, he becomes ever more detached from his mortal roots. Morbidly questing after the secrets of death, a Necromancer can come to resemble the shuddering creations of his magic. Those wizards deeply steeped in the art of Necromancy stand betwixt the living and the dead, neither wholly alive nor one of the Undead. His body twisted with unholy power, his mind seared by the horrors he has witnessed, a Necromancer has more in common with the Undead than the living.
— Warhammer: Vampire Counts Army Book (7th edition)
A lich is the physical embodiment of black magic's first goal: the quest to achieve immortality. Though a great deal is sacrificed in the rebirth, in becoming a lich one cheats death of that which truly gives it terror. For it is the mind that is retained, and the spirit which follows, though the body may wither away.
It is not known, save perhaps by the inner circles of necromancy, whether life is prolonged indefinitely or simply extended. But the fact that this question can be raised at all, testifies to the magnitude of what their order has achieved.
It is not known, save perhaps by the inner circles of necromancy, whether life is prolonged indefinitely or simply extended. But the fact that this question can be raised at all, testifies to the magnitude of what their order has achieved.
In Dreadrock Dungeon's darkest lair
Resides a King once bright and fair,
Alone upon his throne of stone,
A crown upon his skull of bone.
His mortal soul he stowed away,
To hide it from the light of day.
He bound it to a golden ring
And thus became the Undead King.
The Undead King you shall not face
Unless you know the unknown place.
Where hidden deep his relic lies,
For while it lasts, he never dies.
So don't you pass the dead King's gate
Where countless heroes met their fate.
And dare not seek the Dead King's throne
In Dreadrock Mountain's tombs of stone.
Resides a King once bright and fair,
Alone upon his throne of stone,
A crown upon his skull of bone.
His mortal soul he stowed away,
To hide it from the light of day.
He bound it to a golden ring
And thus became the Undead King.
The Undead King you shall not face
Unless you know the unknown place.
Where hidden deep his relic lies,
For while it lasts, he never dies.
So don't you pass the dead King's gate
Where countless heroes met their fate.
And dare not seek the Dead King's throne
In Dreadrock Mountain's tombs of stone.
— Dungeons Of Dreadrock, main theme
