Necromancer
What's the point of having power, if you aren't using it in any meaningful way that can
help you? You're sick of being "reined in". You're going to do what you've been wanting to do for a long time.
You prepare to march an army of undead to the Brot Kingdom. The demons and mortals stationed at Aftermath are wondering what's going on though since most of them know you're mainly used for defense.
"Where do you think yer goin'?" a demon solder steps up to ask you as you're about to leave the city gates.
"I'm gonna go conquer the Brot Kingdom, got a problem with that?"
"Me? No, not at all. Just didn't know Velzix let you off your leash." The demon soldier grins.
This remark is met with a negative energy blast to his face, completely ripping the flesh off and revealing the still grinning skull underneath. As the rest of this body falls to the ground, you feel the need to make a speech to the gawking onlookers.
"I am not on anyone's fucking leash! Nobody tells me what the do! Now what's going to happen, is I'm going to leave and lay waste to the Brot Kingdom. The rest of you are going to defend this place while I'm gone! And when Velzix comes here, like I know he will I'LL handle it. The rest of you can cower before that fucker, but I ain't the one."
Having made your thoughts known, you return to your undead army, which obediently still stands only awaiting your commands. As the way things should be. The way ALL things should be.
After a few days you eventually reach the Brot Kingdom. You start by decimating the small border villages and then quickly raising the peasants you slaughtered. You've moved on to larger towns before the Brot military manages to start opposing you. Their military is weak though. Most of them see your horde and run in terror before the fight even begins! Those are the smart ones. The rest soon become just more fodder for you to raise. You actually feel more powerful after your conquests, which is odd given the amount of energy you've been expending. You can only take this as a sign of this being what you were meant for!
Within the week you've single handedly taken control of the Brot capitol and most of the Kingdom in general. Much of the royal family has abased themselves before you in an attempt for you to spare their lives. You laugh and grant this request, after all someone has to still run this territory. You've successfully subjugated your first territory. In fact, it's the first "real" territory conquered since Velzix took over the Tulan Kingdom. Tivadol's petty victories haven't even compared to what you've done.
When you return to Aftermath, you're half expecting to be met by Velzix, who has undoubtedly heard of your actions by now. It's only now that you realize you may be in more trouble than you thought! However, you're surprisingly met by Sesisek instead who sits in your study.
"This place is as dead as my status among demonkind." He says looking at the many skeletal structures and decorations.
"It's a fucking necropolis, I'm a necromancer, and what do you want? I figured Velzix would be here meeting me."
"Oh he's on his way, and from what I've heard, he's quite pissed about you playing the role of conqueror. He's just a little more preoccupied with the Grand Alliance army that's currently attacking him directly right now, which probably explains why you met little resistance at Brot. Congratulations on your victory, I'm sure Tivadol won't be too pleased with accomplishing something he couldn't either."
"Yeah, yeah, so why are you here?"
"I'm here to help you get out of this shit pit you've stepped in and are quickly in danger of sinking further into. You've showed entirely too much ambition, too soon, my mortal friend."
"What of it? Like I'm the only one plotting against Velzix? Hah! Tivadol makes no pretense of his goals."
"Ah yes, but you're not taking some things into consideration. Tivadol is still a demon and you my mortal friend are not. We are not fond of ever being bested, but to be bested by a mortal is even more repugnant to us. Tivadol is also a predictable loud mouth brute who is never going to achieve his goal. Velzix knows exactly how to manipulate him. Perhaps the day will come where he'll have to kill him, but that day is far off in the future. You on the other hand are still new and he's still learning about you. Velzix probably thought you could be manipulated and cowed into submission by his sheer strength and magic abilities alone, but it's apparent that you aren't afraid of such things. I could've seen that though. Necromancers embrace death; fear of it won't be a factor. Though there are worse things than deathÂ…"
"Guess you're proof of that." You mock.
"Hmm, your pointless barbs at me are quite unproductive and are in fact hindering you. I am offering to help you, I'd advise that you take it before you meet Velzix."
"Offering me help huh? I seriously doubt you're doing this out of kindness."
"Of course not. I'm doing it because I see an opportunity for revenge and quite frankly, you are the only one that will be able to help me achieve it. However, I assure you that we will both profit greatly from this, if you listen to me. If you don't want my help though, I shall leave."
"Okay I'm listening, what are you suggesting?"
"Ha ha, no my mortal friend. I would be quite the fool if I told you how to handle Velzix before I got your word that you are in fact accepting my help. ARE you accepting my help?"
Sesisek looks at you expectantly.
help you? You're sick of being "reined in". You're going to do what you've been wanting to do for a long time.
You prepare to march an army of undead to the Brot Kingdom. The demons and mortals stationed at Aftermath are wondering what's going on though since most of them know you're mainly used for defense.
"Where do you think yer goin'?" a demon solder steps up to ask you as you're about to leave the city gates.
"I'm gonna go conquer the Brot Kingdom, got a problem with that?"
"Me? No, not at all. Just didn't know Velzix let you off your leash." The demon soldier grins.
This remark is met with a negative energy blast to his face, completely ripping the flesh off and revealing the still grinning skull underneath. As the rest of this body falls to the ground, you feel the need to make a speech to the gawking onlookers.
"I am not on anyone's fucking leash! Nobody tells me what the do! Now what's going to happen, is I'm going to leave and lay waste to the Brot Kingdom. The rest of you are going to defend this place while I'm gone! And when Velzix comes here, like I know he will I'LL handle it. The rest of you can cower before that fucker, but I ain't the one."
Having made your thoughts known, you return to your undead army, which obediently still stands only awaiting your commands. As the way things should be. The way ALL things should be.
After a few days you eventually reach the Brot Kingdom. You start by decimating the small border villages and then quickly raising the peasants you slaughtered. You've moved on to larger towns before the Brot military manages to start opposing you. Their military is weak though. Most of them see your horde and run in terror before the fight even begins! Those are the smart ones. The rest soon become just more fodder for you to raise. You actually feel more powerful after your conquests, which is odd given the amount of energy you've been expending. You can only take this as a sign of this being what you were meant for!
Within the week you've single handedly taken control of the Brot capitol and most of the Kingdom in general. Much of the royal family has abased themselves before you in an attempt for you to spare their lives. You laugh and grant this request, after all someone has to still run this territory. You've successfully subjugated your first territory. In fact, it's the first "real" territory conquered since Velzix took over the Tulan Kingdom. Tivadol's petty victories haven't even compared to what you've done.
When you return to Aftermath, you're half expecting to be met by Velzix, who has undoubtedly heard of your actions by now. It's only now that you realize you may be in more trouble than you thought! However, you're surprisingly met by Sesisek instead who sits in your study.
"This place is as dead as my status among demonkind." He says looking at the many skeletal structures and decorations.
"It's a fucking necropolis, I'm a necromancer, and what do you want? I figured Velzix would be here meeting me."
"Oh he's on his way, and from what I've heard, he's quite pissed about you playing the role of conqueror. He's just a little more preoccupied with the Grand Alliance army that's currently attacking him directly right now, which probably explains why you met little resistance at Brot. Congratulations on your victory, I'm sure Tivadol won't be too pleased with accomplishing something he couldn't either."
"Yeah, yeah, so why are you here?"
"I'm here to help you get out of this shit pit you've stepped in and are quickly in danger of sinking further into. You've showed entirely too much ambition, too soon, my mortal friend."
"What of it? Like I'm the only one plotting against Velzix? Hah! Tivadol makes no pretense of his goals."
"Ah yes, but you're not taking some things into consideration. Tivadol is still a demon and you my mortal friend are not. We are not fond of ever being bested, but to be bested by a mortal is even more repugnant to us. Tivadol is also a predictable loud mouth brute who is never going to achieve his goal. Velzix knows exactly how to manipulate him. Perhaps the day will come where he'll have to kill him, but that day is far off in the future. You on the other hand are still new and he's still learning about you. Velzix probably thought you could be manipulated and cowed into submission by his sheer strength and magic abilities alone, but it's apparent that you aren't afraid of such things. I could've seen that though. Necromancers embrace death; fear of it won't be a factor. Though there are worse things than deathÂ…"
"Guess you're proof of that." You mock.
"Hmm, your pointless barbs at me are quite unproductive and are in fact hindering you. I am offering to help you, I'd advise that you take it before you meet Velzix."
"Offering me help huh? I seriously doubt you're doing this out of kindness."
"Of course not. I'm doing it because I see an opportunity for revenge and quite frankly, you are the only one that will be able to help me achieve it. However, I assure you that we will both profit greatly from this, if you listen to me. If you don't want my help though, I shall leave."
"Okay I'm listening, what are you suggesting?"
"Ha ha, no my mortal friend. I would be quite the fool if I told you how to handle Velzix before I got your word that you are in fact accepting my help. ARE you accepting my help?"
Sesisek looks at you expectantly.