Necromancer
Destiny can be changed, but you're not changing yours. You were meant to do this. You'll see this out to the very end.
Since you don't have any of your powers, you pick up a hefty nearby vase and hurl it at the elven guard from the shadows. Your aim is pitiful as the vase completely misses him and instead flies over his head and hits the wall.
However, the elven guard glances briefly in the direction to which the vase was thrown long enough for your Dad to take the advantage. He skewers the elf and smashes him in the face with his armored gauntlet.
"Ha ha! Stupid fucking elf! Shoulda been paying attention to the fight!" he laughs and gives the guard one last kick to the head before opening up the treasure door
You slink away. Your birth has now been assured and you suddenly are transported back to your proper time period and back in the ex-vampire fortress. Once again you are undead, however, you find that you have a letter in your hand which is addressed to you
Son,
If you're reading this then you have chosen death, as was predicted. I do not blame you for embracing your destiny. The pull of dark magic has always been strong in the bloodline. Elves typically can control such urges, however as you know you are not full elven, but still I did not think this possible of you though. You were so unskilled in the ways of magic that the chances of you becoming a competent necromancer seemed so unlikely, let alone an emissary of death. I will not stand in you way for I cannot bring myself to destroy you, even though I could. This is why I gave you the choice to destroy yourself. Do not look for me as I have long left this world and time, a simpler time, long even before the rise of the first Great Lich Lord. Indeed, I am already long dead by the time you have read this. My final gift to you my son, one less death you need concern yourself about. I only hope that you can find peace in your path for eventually you will be alone.
Love Mom.
You crumple the letter.
"Thanks Mom." You say and return to Aftermath as you have shed one more link to your mortal life.
Thirty years pass
Fifty years have passed. Peace reigns. There is no more conflict. All serious resistance has been eliminated. There will be no heroes to save the world. Death has won.
Your powers have grown to the extent that your mere presence is slowly killing the world. You tested out this theory when you spent some time in one of the last elven defended forests. The trees began to rot and wither within a day. Reports talk of even the creatures in the oceans dying and you haven't even been anywhere near there. Anything still alive will die soon; it's only a matter of time. Your poison is enveloping the skies, the waters and the ground far beneath the earth.
You truly have become death personified.
Your necromancers have all died and you didn't allow them to try to become liches either. A small coup was attempted, but it was easily put down. You're controlling it all.
The one last link to your mortal "life" remains. Catalina. She lies on her bed dying. It is only due to her own powers that she's been able to survive your presence this long, but she can't do it any longer. You're too powerful.
You sit by her bed to talk to her one last time. You stroke her hair and hold her hand relishing the warmth that it still gives off even in this near death state.
" I'm sorry I can't stay with you." she says.
"You could. You have the power to become a lich."
" no I don't want that. It's not my desire or path. I once said I thought the differences between us would be too great for us to stay together."
"I remember. And you were right. You usually are."
"We had a good run though didn't we?"
"Yes, yes we did." You agree.
"Are you going to be alright? I mean what are you going to do?" she asks.
"Me? I'll be fine. I'll stick around and oversee things I guess. Watch the world die. I have to carry this out to end."
"I know you do maybe we'll meet again? On the other side?" she smiles weakly.
"I'm sure if it's possible. We will."
"I love you "
You then kiss her one last time as life finally fades from her body.
"My love from this world is now gone, what little was left has followed you to the other side my beloved queen. May it be with you always."
Death now walks alone.
After burning her body, you retire to your study, waiting and wondering when the end will finally come...
Since you don't have any of your powers, you pick up a hefty nearby vase and hurl it at the elven guard from the shadows. Your aim is pitiful as the vase completely misses him and instead flies over his head and hits the wall.
However, the elven guard glances briefly in the direction to which the vase was thrown long enough for your Dad to take the advantage. He skewers the elf and smashes him in the face with his armored gauntlet.
"Ha ha! Stupid fucking elf! Shoulda been paying attention to the fight!" he laughs and gives the guard one last kick to the head before opening up the treasure door
You slink away. Your birth has now been assured and you suddenly are transported back to your proper time period and back in the ex-vampire fortress. Once again you are undead, however, you find that you have a letter in your hand which is addressed to you
Son,
If you're reading this then you have chosen death, as was predicted. I do not blame you for embracing your destiny. The pull of dark magic has always been strong in the bloodline. Elves typically can control such urges, however as you know you are not full elven, but still I did not think this possible of you though. You were so unskilled in the ways of magic that the chances of you becoming a competent necromancer seemed so unlikely, let alone an emissary of death. I will not stand in you way for I cannot bring myself to destroy you, even though I could. This is why I gave you the choice to destroy yourself. Do not look for me as I have long left this world and time, a simpler time, long even before the rise of the first Great Lich Lord. Indeed, I am already long dead by the time you have read this. My final gift to you my son, one less death you need concern yourself about. I only hope that you can find peace in your path for eventually you will be alone.
Love Mom.
You crumple the letter.
"Thanks Mom." You say and return to Aftermath as you have shed one more link to your mortal life.
Thirty years pass
Fifty years have passed. Peace reigns. There is no more conflict. All serious resistance has been eliminated. There will be no heroes to save the world. Death has won.
Your powers have grown to the extent that your mere presence is slowly killing the world. You tested out this theory when you spent some time in one of the last elven defended forests. The trees began to rot and wither within a day. Reports talk of even the creatures in the oceans dying and you haven't even been anywhere near there. Anything still alive will die soon; it's only a matter of time. Your poison is enveloping the skies, the waters and the ground far beneath the earth.
You truly have become death personified.
Your necromancers have all died and you didn't allow them to try to become liches either. A small coup was attempted, but it was easily put down. You're controlling it all.
The one last link to your mortal "life" remains. Catalina. She lies on her bed dying. It is only due to her own powers that she's been able to survive your presence this long, but she can't do it any longer. You're too powerful.
You sit by her bed to talk to her one last time. You stroke her hair and hold her hand relishing the warmth that it still gives off even in this near death state.
" I'm sorry I can't stay with you." she says.
"You could. You have the power to become a lich."
" no I don't want that. It's not my desire or path. I once said I thought the differences between us would be too great for us to stay together."
"I remember. And you were right. You usually are."
"We had a good run though didn't we?"
"Yes, yes we did." You agree.
"Are you going to be alright? I mean what are you going to do?" she asks.
"Me? I'll be fine. I'll stick around and oversee things I guess. Watch the world die. I have to carry this out to end."
"I know you do maybe we'll meet again? On the other side?" she smiles weakly.
"I'm sure if it's possible. We will."
"I love you "
You then kiss her one last time as life finally fades from her body.
"My love from this world is now gone, what little was left has followed you to the other side my beloved queen. May it be with you always."
Death now walks alone.
After burning her body, you retire to your study, waiting and wondering when the end will finally come...