All that I am.

[frozen mahotaur]

"Thousands more bound, crying for release. Yet you have been chosen."

Ancient tongue. Not the pragmatic approach, but a calling, a prayer. The candles darkens, though, specks of energy begin to rise from the surface, gathering within the circle. A hundred ways to bring them forth. Surgical tools to prepare the bodies and then the symbols of necrotic power. Runes glowed and eyes...Ghostly hues flaring to life. No more of the crippling flaw of life nor the fluids oozed from pustules. A floating circle of bones came together and at last clear vision.

"Rise from the final darkness and serve."

The past is meaningless, you do not remember it.
Your alias is freely chosen.
You are a sack of bones, but not forever.
You have the ability to harvest and harvesting makes your master happy
With time you can evolve.
Compelled to serve, but servitude is not imprisonment.
You do not need to know about the principles of the Litany.
You are a tool of strife.
Slay.


The rest is up to you.

1 slot open, DM Daniel#0379 if interested.