Death is never truly the end - not when Necromancers scour the lands. Deep within the halls of Perdition, the dead continue to stir. Dug up from a long forgotten grave, a new experiment is risen. An old skeleton, nary a piece of flesh hanging on its bones, is dragged into the fortress. A profane ritual performed, one that perverted the natural cycle of life and death.

 

And a skeleton is given a new chance at 'life', if it could be called that.

 

You awaken in the depths of a dark room, your bones shuddering as the ritual takes hold. You escaped a fate of burning in the stars above.

 

Now you live to serve.

 

• You are an undead Skeleton, loyal to your Necromancer.
  
• While you are free to pursue your own goals, your Necromancers word is law
  
• You were risen by using mana like glue
  

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