You are a Lich King, one who tore the wheel of life and death and made it a tower for your ambitions. You are dead and yet alive, cursed to wander the world and feel not the wind tousling your hair or the bite into a crisp apple. Either through your will or unlucky circumstance you find yourself a lord of the dark and the evil. Enemies will come for you, rivals to steal your power and the virtuous set to right the world of wrongs. You must find the strength and the cunning to deal with these foes, else you return to ash and dust.
What you do with this power, dark though it may be, is of course up to you.
The initial negotiations were not going as smoothly as you had hoped.
“So you’re saying that you’ll use. . . the undead as labor for our farms and fields?” Headman Habber asked, confusion evident in his eyes. His rough hand kneaded at the back of his neck, dirt caked into the creases of his skin.
“Exactly so! Being tireless and uncaring of their labor, they would make excellent workers.” You explain.
“Well, on top of being rather dark, one might say, what. . . what exactly would
we do then, if these skeletons are plowing our fields?” Habber grabs another sack of grain and hoists it onto his wagon as he asks his question. The ox looks at you woefully.
“Well, whatever you want, really. You could use the time to pursue your own interests, or I could always use more skilled hands at the tower-”
Habber tuts at you, barely breaking his stride of heaving another sack of grain in.. “Relocation and job retraining? Folks around here won’t be too crazy for all that.”
“I wouldn’t be forcing them to move to the tower,” you sputter. “ I assure you, I just want to help the people of this village live more fulfilled and vibrant lives.”
You can almost hear Habber roll his eyes at that one.
“Okay, sure. What’s the catch though? Aside from working with some sort of necromancer and being surrounded by walking corpses. What do you get out of all this? And just who do you think you are?” Habber challenges, facing you and crossing his arms.
You shrug your shoulders and tell him:
A-Just a Material Interest: You want a portion of the resources produced by the village. Being a lich, you don’t exactly require their foodstuffs, but you can begin to amass a stockpile for trade or hosting the living at your tower.
B-... And Your Bodies: Only when they die, of course! No need for a rush, just an assurance that when the villagers die, their bodies won’t be consecrated or burned. It's not like they are using them by that point! (Includes Option A)
C-... And Your Souls: Explain that as their local Lich King, their souls would be in much better keeping with you! Their God of Light has so many followers, they don’t care about the little guys anymore. You can give their prayers and pleas all of your attention, giving them the top notch service they can’t get from the big gods. (Includes Option A and B)
D- There is No Catch! Nope, no evil plot here. You just want to help out your neighbors!
E. Or Something Else?And of course, you inform Habber of your name.
Name:?Hey welcome! This is going to be based roughly on the TTRPG Godbound rules, starting with the Lich King word as an inspiration. We will be making the character over the next couple updates.