Baldur

One day the necromancer stumbled upon another one out in the wastes. A male Guardian had fallen to a mysterious flesh eating disease. The Skydancer tsked at what the Mother of Plagues would consider a weakling, but he told himself he knew better. While he was more privy to using females in his tests, it was time to broaden his horizons.

The virus he collected and stored away to use in his magics. Electricity had been proven to work as a wondrous energy source for the living, so perhaps the same could be said for the recently deceased. With enough power jolting through the guardian's system, he stood once again. There was a jitter to the now alive dragon's body, but he quickly adjusted to stand on thick, sturdy legs. Another one who couldn't remember, but he seemed to not care as much as the others. He simply followed Bead where ever he went, hoping to pay him in kind one day for his, "gift".

Imperfect, but getting there. Perhaps I fried his brain. All he does is follow and stare. No more playing with electricity then!