Necromancer
Sometimes it takes a "bad guy" to take out another bad guy, maybe even two
"Catalina I think it's time to attack Velzix." You say walking into her study.
"Oh you do huh? Got a plan in mind of how to go about it? Because it's not going to be easy."
"Well I figured we'd just go in there and chop his head off." You laugh.
"Ha ha. Sometimes you have a really strange sense of humor. You realize that the Grand Alliance has been trying to chop his head off for years and they haven't been successful."
"Yeah, well they ain't me. Besides I got an angle. My Dad's mercenary company is over there right now. I can get help from him."
Catalina looks at you as if you've gone completely insane.
"Your Dad? The one you've always complained about? The bastard that you say could barely stand you? The one I think is the reason you got into necromancy in the first place, to prove you could be more powerful than he could ever be?"
"Uh excuse me?" you say after hearing that last bit of psychoanalysis.
"What makes you think he'll help you?"
"He might not, I dunno just how pissed he is at me, but I figure if there's any chance he might, I'll try it. He probably has good intelligence on the realm. Besides, he's an opportunist first of all. If Velzix wins. We all lose. BUT if I win, well just maybe I'll take sentimental mercy on the old man and the family."
"Would you?" Catalina asks.
"With my Mom and sis? Sure." You grin.
"I dunno about this family stuff, sometimes I'm glad I was an orphan." Catalina sighs. "But if you think it's worth a shot, you should try it. It's not like we have too much of an advantage over Velzix. I worry that we'll expend too much power in an attempt to destroy him, leaving us open for a Grand Alliance attack."
"I'm really not worried about the Grand Alliance. They're suffering from their own internal squabbles from what I've heard and if I do this the way I think it might go, we won't need to waste one corpse on Velzix's realm. Okay, as usual you're going to be in charge of things while I'm gone."
You kiss Catalina goodbye and make your way to Velzix's realm alone
Velzix's realm is appropriately a wretched place. Sure there is death here, but none of its purity or beauty exists. Demons torment the mortal population with much delight. You get a few attempts to torment you and you teach them a fatal lesson. You stay invisible while you can though.
Using a few ghostly scouts and a couple of minor divination spells (Thank the gods Catalina's been around to help you with other types of magic!) you soon determine the exact location of your Dad.
You don't know what to expect, you haven't seen him in years. When you approach the camp, you're immediately met by guards.
"HALT! Who the hell are you?"
"I'm more powerful than you could ever imagine tell your asshole of a Captain that his son is here."
The two guards' eyes widen, they know about you and they run off almost immediately to tell your Dad. You wait patiently and sure enough your Dad comes from out of his tent with his lackeys hiding behind him.
"Boy, you gotta a lot of balls showing up here before me. Didn't think you had 'em either. Figured you'd be hiding in some tower somewhere."
"Yeah, well sometimes you have to do things yourself."
"True. So, you here to try to kill me boy? That why you here? Gonna break yer Mom's heart even more? Y'know she still cries over what you've become even after I've told her time and time again that you ain't worth one of her fuckin' tears?"
You didn't like hearing that
"Yeah well Mom's always been the nice one, must be something like her wasting her love on a mean spirited abusive bastard that probably would've killed her AFTER he raped her if not for the powerful magic aura she exuded."
He didn't like hearing that
"Bah! I don't need to hear this shit! If yer gonna try an' kill me, you best do it now boy!" your Dad shouts as he begins to draw his sword.
"Catalina I think it's time to attack Velzix." You say walking into her study.
"Oh you do huh? Got a plan in mind of how to go about it? Because it's not going to be easy."
"Well I figured we'd just go in there and chop his head off." You laugh.
"Ha ha. Sometimes you have a really strange sense of humor. You realize that the Grand Alliance has been trying to chop his head off for years and they haven't been successful."
"Yeah, well they ain't me. Besides I got an angle. My Dad's mercenary company is over there right now. I can get help from him."
Catalina looks at you as if you've gone completely insane.
"Your Dad? The one you've always complained about? The bastard that you say could barely stand you? The one I think is the reason you got into necromancy in the first place, to prove you could be more powerful than he could ever be?"
"Uh excuse me?" you say after hearing that last bit of psychoanalysis.
"What makes you think he'll help you?"
"He might not, I dunno just how pissed he is at me, but I figure if there's any chance he might, I'll try it. He probably has good intelligence on the realm. Besides, he's an opportunist first of all. If Velzix wins. We all lose. BUT if I win, well just maybe I'll take sentimental mercy on the old man and the family."
"Would you?" Catalina asks.
"With my Mom and sis? Sure." You grin.
"I dunno about this family stuff, sometimes I'm glad I was an orphan." Catalina sighs. "But if you think it's worth a shot, you should try it. It's not like we have too much of an advantage over Velzix. I worry that we'll expend too much power in an attempt to destroy him, leaving us open for a Grand Alliance attack."
"I'm really not worried about the Grand Alliance. They're suffering from their own internal squabbles from what I've heard and if I do this the way I think it might go, we won't need to waste one corpse on Velzix's realm. Okay, as usual you're going to be in charge of things while I'm gone."
You kiss Catalina goodbye and make your way to Velzix's realm alone
Velzix's realm is appropriately a wretched place. Sure there is death here, but none of its purity or beauty exists. Demons torment the mortal population with much delight. You get a few attempts to torment you and you teach them a fatal lesson. You stay invisible while you can though.
Using a few ghostly scouts and a couple of minor divination spells (Thank the gods Catalina's been around to help you with other types of magic!) you soon determine the exact location of your Dad.
You don't know what to expect, you haven't seen him in years. When you approach the camp, you're immediately met by guards.
"HALT! Who the hell are you?"
"I'm more powerful than you could ever imagine tell your asshole of a Captain that his son is here."
The two guards' eyes widen, they know about you and they run off almost immediately to tell your Dad. You wait patiently and sure enough your Dad comes from out of his tent with his lackeys hiding behind him.
"Boy, you gotta a lot of balls showing up here before me. Didn't think you had 'em either. Figured you'd be hiding in some tower somewhere."
"Yeah, well sometimes you have to do things yourself."
"True. So, you here to try to kill me boy? That why you here? Gonna break yer Mom's heart even more? Y'know she still cries over what you've become even after I've told her time and time again that you ain't worth one of her fuckin' tears?"
You didn't like hearing that
"Yeah well Mom's always been the nice one, must be something like her wasting her love on a mean spirited abusive bastard that probably would've killed her AFTER he raped her if not for the powerful magic aura she exuded."
He didn't like hearing that
"Bah! I don't need to hear this shit! If yer gonna try an' kill me, you best do it now boy!" your Dad shouts as he begins to draw his sword.