Draiss shrugged, and said, "And like I said, I am a sorcerer, I don't pick my spells, my spells pick me. It is, I am told, like how a great playwrite comes up with a masterpiece. His mind gives him the basic idea, and he simply fleshes it out. I could have tried to ignore the inspiration, but all I knew at first was that it animated something. I thought I had found a way to make a golem. Right up until that first damn skeleton stood up. If I was a wizard, I could modify the spell with enough study of it, but..."<br/><br/>A shrug, before he said, "I don't ever do it lightly, and only to prevent more deaths. The dead really don't care, you know, some are actually glad to come back and help."