“Bodies just aren’t as easy to come by as they used to be.” says a cloaked figured in a raspy voice. Another cloaked figure shouts “Damn right, ever since the government started cracking down on graverobbing you can’t even get yourself a fresh zombie!” as he slams his obnoxiously large wooden grog mug down on the table. “How am I supposed to keep my lab clean without a thrall.” the first man says in a dissatisfied tone. “At least you have a lab still! I’m going to have to get a honest job, may as well become…. a baker.” the other mumbles before springing from his seat sprinting out the door.

Nearly returning as fast as he left he comes back slams a hefty tome on the table. “What the hell are you doing you dolt?! You can’t bring that here!” the raspy one says in the loudest possible whispered voice. “Calm down, this isn’t Necromancy. This is a tome on how to make Golems, living being made of stone, iron, clay, what have ye.” he says with the proudest grin on his face. “That’s great, but what does that hav- Oh my god, you beautiful genius. Food is everywhere and it’s legal to work with. If we can’t make a thrall, we’ll BAKE A THRALL!” the raspy man gleefully exclaims before the two drink and party the night away.

The next day, after nursing their hangovers the two rent out the basement of a bakery where they make their new lab and successfully bind flesh to sweets. Before long word makes it out of town and across the world, the newest magical sensation is in and it’s Nomcromancy!