Stickdom
Salamancer, first class
After the Lich Wars had ravaged the land of Broan for nearly a century, the Lich King Oridon had finally reached the capital's gates. You, the Archmage, Master Wizard of the Holy Empire, stood against his assault as the last stand if all else failed. All else did fail.
The battle was intense, undead were destroyed, mages were slain, and still you were locked in combat with the greatest abomination of the era. In the clash, Oridon swore that you would serve him for eternity, draining your will and your life from your body, while you focused the power of the divine into destroying his unholy body. His dark magic siphoned your life force as you called down purest light to purge his evil soul. In a flash of sorcery, the battle was over, and the bodies of both the Archmage and the Lich King lay defeated. But the curse of a necromancer's touch does not fade, more so the power of a lich. Though your body was blessed by the priests before burial, still an undead you became, even as your body withered and your flesh rotted in the grave.
And so, several years later, you rose again, clawing your way out from your tomb, shambling your way home to find your family slaughtered, their bodies desecrated, and Oridon's presence still lingering in the air. So the Lich King had survived or reincarnated, and you had somehow escaped his dominion. You would use your newfound unlife to bring the curse full circle. You would seek your revenge and kill the Lich King with what was meant to be his greatest weapon. Yourself.
The cold Spring wind blows through you, though you feel no sensation of it at all. Not a single whisper of the rushing air causes you to feel it on your withered skin, only the sound whistling past your ears and a few stray wisps of hair blowing in front of your face alert you that it is even there. You are standing in the door to your house, or at least what used to be your house when you were alive. Now, you stare at the bodies of your wife lying lifeless on the dirt floor in the doorway, your son's body just past her in the hall, pools of their blood stagnating into a dark red puddle beneath them. It is already beginning to dry black, but the blood is otherwise very fresh, you can smell the life that was running through them only hours ago quickly dissipating into the air. Whoever did this was here only recently. You see rather than feel the presence of the one who committed this crime, Oridon's spirit leaves a dense fog of magical energy that clouds the air and fouls its taste in your mouth, like biting at rusting iron. His intent was clear, he came looking for you and took the next best thing, the family who survived you. Which means that he knows you are not truly dead, and he knows that you are not under his necromantic control. The demon will pay for this with his infernal unlife and you will be the one to collect his toll.
- Examine yourself. You have yet to take a good look at how you retain the semblance of life.
- Enter your house. Your belongings should still be there if you choose to search for them.
- Bury the dead. You may not be a priest to give the proper blessings, but you can't leave your family here for the flies and rats.
- Attempt to raise your family from the dead. You never dabbled in necromancy before, but perhaps unlife will have its uses.
- Go to the nearby village. After the Lich Wars, they will not take kindly to undead, you should have a disguise first.
- Write-in. Create another option for others to vote on. (Requires 2 other voters to agree.)
The battle was intense, undead were destroyed, mages were slain, and still you were locked in combat with the greatest abomination of the era. In the clash, Oridon swore that you would serve him for eternity, draining your will and your life from your body, while you focused the power of the divine into destroying his unholy body. His dark magic siphoned your life force as you called down purest light to purge his evil soul. In a flash of sorcery, the battle was over, and the bodies of both the Archmage and the Lich King lay defeated. But the curse of a necromancer's touch does not fade, more so the power of a lich. Though your body was blessed by the priests before burial, still an undead you became, even as your body withered and your flesh rotted in the grave.
And so, several years later, you rose again, clawing your way out from your tomb, shambling your way home to find your family slaughtered, their bodies desecrated, and Oridon's presence still lingering in the air. So the Lich King had survived or reincarnated, and you had somehow escaped his dominion. You would use your newfound unlife to bring the curse full circle. You would seek your revenge and kill the Lich King with what was meant to be his greatest weapon. Yourself.
The cold Spring wind blows through you, though you feel no sensation of it at all. Not a single whisper of the rushing air causes you to feel it on your withered skin, only the sound whistling past your ears and a few stray wisps of hair blowing in front of your face alert you that it is even there. You are standing in the door to your house, or at least what used to be your house when you were alive. Now, you stare at the bodies of your wife lying lifeless on the dirt floor in the doorway, your son's body just past her in the hall, pools of their blood stagnating into a dark red puddle beneath them. It is already beginning to dry black, but the blood is otherwise very fresh, you can smell the life that was running through them only hours ago quickly dissipating into the air. Whoever did this was here only recently. You see rather than feel the presence of the one who committed this crime, Oridon's spirit leaves a dense fog of magical energy that clouds the air and fouls its taste in your mouth, like biting at rusting iron. His intent was clear, he came looking for you and took the next best thing, the family who survived you. Which means that he knows you are not truly dead, and he knows that you are not under his necromantic control. The demon will pay for this with his infernal unlife and you will be the one to collect his toll.
- Examine yourself. You have yet to take a good look at how you retain the semblance of life.
- Enter your house. Your belongings should still be there if you choose to search for them.
- Bury the dead. You may not be a priest to give the proper blessings, but you can't leave your family here for the flies and rats.
- Attempt to raise your family from the dead. You never dabbled in necromancy before, but perhaps unlife will have its uses.
- Go to the nearby village. After the Lich Wars, they will not take kindly to undead, you should have a disguise first.
- Write-in. Create another option for others to vote on. (Requires 2 other voters to agree.)
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