Justice for the dead

[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]

Why not, sounds fun. But no, i probably wont be even close to that wordcount.

A story about a young adult, forcefully drawn into a fantasy world where circumstance dictates he must become a budding necromancer.

Ideas to explore:

What is sanctity of life, for the dead?

How does death change your morals, Human rights in a fantasy setting? What is justice, truly: How would the god of justice respond to a propanganda campaign skewing the ingrained old morals for justice in the world. Would he judge himself retroactively or not.

Warning

My first written story, it`s probably gonna be bad.

No regular updates and i won`t necessarily check comments or answer.

No idea where this story will go exactly, yet. I`ll write under the assumption:For mature audience