Necromancer
You weren't impressed with these losers before and you're still not impressed with them now.
"Yeah, well I got my own plans. Thanks for the heads up on the city though, guess I'll leave this shithole." You say.
"Hey! Come on! Where do you think you're going to go? Staying here is your best shot at survival, we just gotta "
"Let him go Sebastian, we don't need the likes of him helping us!"
With those last words ringing in your ears, you march out of the city with your undead horde ready to take on the world.
Your first stop is some little town on the outskirts of the Brot Kingdom. You're merciless. You slaughter all those that oppose you, leaving none alive. Your army grows and you march on to other endeavors, but not really having any kind of plan other than mindless slaughter
One month passes
The Incident at Nuro has become well known knowledge and while the take over was a failure, much damage was done. A temporal disturbance in the heart of the city has made the entire area unstable as buildings phase in and out of existence. Mr. Demar and most of his Dark Order were killed though a few managed to escape and go into hiding. Demons have been running rampant through the countryside and seem to have taken an interest in the Kingdom of Tulan.
You're a well known threat due to your actions in Brot Kingdom. Already mercenaries are on your trail. You have to keep to the rural parts of the countryside where you come in conflict with several barbaric Orc tribes. You of course add these to your army when you're done massacring them.
One year passes
The Kingdom of Tulan has finally put the sword to every last demon infesting the area. Most of the demonologist have been caught and hung for their crimes as well.
You now have the Grand Alliance's attention and they hound you at every turn. You refuse to give up. They will know your full power, just like your Dad did when you utterly destroyed his mercenary company that attempted to stop you.
How you laughed when he attempted to still grab his sword to strike you even though he had been separated from his lower half at the time. You put the old bastard out of his delusions when he gurgled to you that no good would come of your path. Hah! Like he knew what it's like to be a "good man."
Still you always wondered what Mom thinks but then you don't want to know what she thinks of you. A twinge of sadness strikes you, before you erase it entirely from your thoughts.
You press on further north.
Two more years pass
Nuro has completely collapsed in on itself due to the temporal disturbance leaving nothing but a gaping hole there; a war breaks out in the nearby area.
You suffer four attacks from the Grand Alliance and several attacks from various other forces. Your sister was leading the last Grand Alliance attack, and you barely escaped. You're the last "problem" from the Nuro Incident that needs to be eliminated.
You're growing weaker from the lack of rest, and you turn to eating dead flesh to survive.
Survival, that's all you care about now.
Two more years pass
You can hear them coming, you curse the fact that you left yourself no retreat. You're magically spent and exhausted. Fuck it.
You walk towards your pursuers and prepare to die for your heinous crimes
Such is often the fate of a necromancer.
"Yeah, well I got my own plans. Thanks for the heads up on the city though, guess I'll leave this shithole." You say.
"Hey! Come on! Where do you think you're going to go? Staying here is your best shot at survival, we just gotta "
"Let him go Sebastian, we don't need the likes of him helping us!"
With those last words ringing in your ears, you march out of the city with your undead horde ready to take on the world.
Your first stop is some little town on the outskirts of the Brot Kingdom. You're merciless. You slaughter all those that oppose you, leaving none alive. Your army grows and you march on to other endeavors, but not really having any kind of plan other than mindless slaughter
One month passes
The Incident at Nuro has become well known knowledge and while the take over was a failure, much damage was done. A temporal disturbance in the heart of the city has made the entire area unstable as buildings phase in and out of existence. Mr. Demar and most of his Dark Order were killed though a few managed to escape and go into hiding. Demons have been running rampant through the countryside and seem to have taken an interest in the Kingdom of Tulan.
You're a well known threat due to your actions in Brot Kingdom. Already mercenaries are on your trail. You have to keep to the rural parts of the countryside where you come in conflict with several barbaric Orc tribes. You of course add these to your army when you're done massacring them.
One year passes
The Kingdom of Tulan has finally put the sword to every last demon infesting the area. Most of the demonologist have been caught and hung for their crimes as well.
You now have the Grand Alliance's attention and they hound you at every turn. You refuse to give up. They will know your full power, just like your Dad did when you utterly destroyed his mercenary company that attempted to stop you.
How you laughed when he attempted to still grab his sword to strike you even though he had been separated from his lower half at the time. You put the old bastard out of his delusions when he gurgled to you that no good would come of your path. Hah! Like he knew what it's like to be a "good man."
Still you always wondered what Mom thinks but then you don't want to know what she thinks of you. A twinge of sadness strikes you, before you erase it entirely from your thoughts.
You press on further north.
Two more years pass
Nuro has completely collapsed in on itself due to the temporal disturbance leaving nothing but a gaping hole there; a war breaks out in the nearby area.
You suffer four attacks from the Grand Alliance and several attacks from various other forces. Your sister was leading the last Grand Alliance attack, and you barely escaped. You're the last "problem" from the Nuro Incident that needs to be eliminated.
You're growing weaker from the lack of rest, and you turn to eating dead flesh to survive.
Survival, that's all you care about now.
Two more years pass
You can hear them coming, you curse the fact that you left yourself no retreat. You're magically spent and exhausted. Fuck it.
You walk towards your pursuers and prepare to die for your heinous crimes
Such is often the fate of a necromancer.
