The Quest of a Warrior Princess.
You dive onto your stomach and the wind pushes you off the cliff. You manage to grab hold of a rock and you hold tightly. You feel your grasp loosen as the wind continues to blow. Just as you think it is the end, the wind stops and you are able to reposition your hand. You hold on the rock with one hand and hold your sword in the other and wait. You see him in visible sight looking down to try and find you, you jump up onto the mountain and with all the strength in your body, you slash him in the neck, cutting his head of his shoulders. His headless body falls of the mountain. and his body disappears into darkness. relieved, you sheath your sword and look around the site you fought on. You notice a book on the floor. you pick it up and read it. You notice that it's a journal. You read a passage that strikes your interest. it reads.
"Long have those pathetic humans angered me. I was held captive as a prisoner for stealing food for my family. They announced that I was to be hanged the next morning. Oddly, I found a book in the cellar. It had directions on how to create a potion that will revive you when you die. All that the potion required was a lock of hair and a finger nail. once then, a chant was performed and the potion is created. I drank the potion and I was hanged the very next day. I awoke to find myself underground, in a grave. I tore out of the ground and vowed my revenge on these beasts who call themselves civilized. I have learned the path of a necromancer, learning spells and useful chants. One of them striked my intrest, a chant used overlooking a village or settlement of some sort. The chant cause people in the town to be infected with a disease that will kill them soon. And when they are dead, they will be resurected as undead. If I could get enugh undead followers, I could rid this world of their pathetic race. As long as I have my head, the spell will continue in effect"
"great" you say to yourself in satisfaction. "I'd better go back to town" you think out loud.
You get back to town, and notice that everyone there is in their house sleeping. You would like to go to the inn, but you are not sure you want to go bother the innkeeper this late at night. You decide to-
"Long have those pathetic humans angered me. I was held captive as a prisoner for stealing food for my family. They announced that I was to be hanged the next morning. Oddly, I found a book in the cellar. It had directions on how to create a potion that will revive you when you die. All that the potion required was a lock of hair and a finger nail. once then, a chant was performed and the potion is created. I drank the potion and I was hanged the very next day. I awoke to find myself underground, in a grave. I tore out of the ground and vowed my revenge on these beasts who call themselves civilized. I have learned the path of a necromancer, learning spells and useful chants. One of them striked my intrest, a chant used overlooking a village or settlement of some sort. The chant cause people in the town to be infected with a disease that will kill them soon. And when they are dead, they will be resurected as undead. If I could get enugh undead followers, I could rid this world of their pathetic race. As long as I have my head, the spell will continue in effect"
"great" you say to yourself in satisfaction. "I'd better go back to town" you think out loud.
You get back to town, and notice that everyone there is in their house sleeping. You would like to go to the inn, but you are not sure you want to go bother the innkeeper this late at night. You decide to-