You, you understand it all now... Life, death, it's all, just so... arbitrary and meaningless... Only one week ago, your true potential awakened as you sat, pondering the mysteries of life on a quiet, full moon night, in a cemetery. You felt an unimaginable power enter you, you stood, grabbed your walking staff, and slammed it into the ground, instinctively chanting black, grating, and incomprehensible speech. As you stood, staff in the ground, you felt a small portion of that power leave you, going into the ground. Into the graves.
You chanted for a good half hour, before falling to your knees in exhaustion. But, you weren't alone, not by any means. Were before, you were only one man, now you see through the eyes of thirteen. Once dead, now resurrected as mindless walking corpses, animated by your will alone, they would die for you in an instant, and would work for you until they had no body to work with. You sense the life of the grasses around you, and know that you could snuff it out in an instant if you so desired. You feel that power deep within you, for now, you can only access the faintest shred at a time, but eventually... Oh yes.
+8 Zombies, +5 Skeletons!
SPELLS LEARNED: RAISE DEAD, MINOR SMITE
You look around yourself, twelve rotten zombies and skeletons surround you. As long as you can remember, you've head tales of the undead. Soulless, hungry to consume the living, mindless thralls enslaved to their demonic master's will, not to be trusted, to be slain on sight. Gazing upon this walking denial of death, the foolishness of this idle superstition hits you. Why deny true power, enlightenment, and eternal life? Truly, you are a visionary, and fate has blessed you with the power to see your vision to its fullest.
You cannot stay here, you need a place of solitude, a place to ponder... But where?
The Plains, filled with farms, villages, and homesteads, you'd stand out, but you'd have plenty of material for your studies.
The Forest, littered with overgrown ruins, with plenty of wood, animals and forgotten knowledge to at your disposal, it would be ideal.
The Tundra, far to the north, freezing cold, lifeless, and barren, you'd surely be left alone here.
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Topic: WIZARD QUEST (Read 2836 times)