You were once the young apprentice to a mad mage who ruled over the fortress city of Roeton. He ruled with an iron fist and terrorized the populace, bringing sickness and disease and most tragically war with neighboring states. This however quickly came to an end one night when your master attempted to sacrifice your life along with the rest of his help in an effort to reach lichdom and thus immortality. On that night instead things went directly, you the apprentice managed to save your self and over power your master's ritual by simply switching an ingredient and when he stabbed him self with the ceremonial dagger, his life force and that of the others turned into a phylactery for you instead. And so it was that you Narzel the Mage's apprentice rose to become The Lich Lord of Roeton eight generations ago.
You were fair compared to your predecessor. You had reasonable taxes, provided protection and used necromancy and magical experiments to make the land and cattle be immune to plagues and overall increased the fertility of Roeton. The only price was that it was every citizen's duty to answer the draft should they be selected by their Lich Lord.
However eight generations is a long time other states got jealous, some thought it was an abomination for an undead creature to run a city and dictate the lives of living humans. None more so then The Church of Ephine, goddess of the Sun and Life. For a few decades they constantly attempted to besiege Roeton and utterly failed, your wit and dark magics making short work of their "Crusades". However this last final time it was all different. The guards were missing, protection spells weakened from the inside, locations of your phylactery exposed and systematically destroyed, including the first one, the knife that your master used. When all of a Lich's phylactery are destroyed, he can't reform him self and continue to exist after being killed which is exactly what happened when an paladin of the church burst into your inner sanctum, your entire fortress captured and you were filled with the power of the sun after an intense battle and eventually they being able to run their sword through your. Your body charred and ruined as your life force existed.
You were betrayed and that night the "vile" city of Roeton was razed to the ground.
Thankfully not all of your secrets were exposed as there was one last safe mechanism to tether your soul to this plane and cling onto your immortality. If should your all your soul containers be destroyed, the cloaking spell that hid your ring would unravel and materialize. Should your body ever be utterly destroyed, you would reform a new, should something remain of your corpse, that would be used as a base to speed up the process which was and should have been the case but the amount of holy energy released into you during the fight caused you to lay dormant and sleep for over 10 years before the ring finally appeared on the finger of your charred corpse and you woke from the nightmare of death.
"I live once more".
You were fair compared to your predecessor. You had reasonable taxes, provided protection and used necromancy and magical experiments to make the land and cattle be immune to plagues and overall increased the fertility of Roeton. The only price was that it was every citizen's duty to answer the draft should they be selected by their Lich Lord.
However eight generations is a long time other states got jealous, some thought it was an abomination for an undead creature to run a city and dictate the lives of living humans. None more so then The Church of Ephine, goddess of the Sun and Life. For a few decades they constantly attempted to besiege Roeton and utterly failed, your wit and dark magics making short work of their "Crusades". However this last final time it was all different. The guards were missing, protection spells weakened from the inside, locations of your phylactery exposed and systematically destroyed, including the first one, the knife that your master used. When all of a Lich's phylactery are destroyed, he can't reform him self and continue to exist after being killed which is exactly what happened when an paladin of the church burst into your inner sanctum, your entire fortress captured and you were filled with the power of the sun after an intense battle and eventually they being able to run their sword through your. Your body charred and ruined as your life force existed.
You were betrayed and that night the "vile" city of Roeton was razed to the ground.
Thankfully not all of your secrets were exposed as there was one last safe mechanism to tether your soul to this plane and cling onto your immortality. If should your all your soul containers be destroyed, the cloaking spell that hid your ring would unravel and materialize. Should your body ever be utterly destroyed, you would reform a new, should something remain of your corpse, that would be used as a base to speed up the process which was and should have been the case but the amount of holy energy released into you during the fight caused you to lay dormant and sleep for over 10 years before the ring finally appeared on the finger of your charred corpse and you woke from the nightmare of death.
"I live once more".
Everyone is welcomed to vote and come talk about the choices and possible consequence in this Quest. Please follow my format by simply copying and pasting the option you want for in your post. >Explore the Remains of Roeton >Immediately try to summon someone or something. >Check Your Self and Phylactery >Write In(Your own Choice but others have to obviously vote for it, I won't always do Write-Ins) |
