Marcus Stanim Visitor
Joined: 22 Mar 2004 Posts: 3
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2004 3:59 pm Post subject: A Wandering Soul |
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After being exorcised from Vaen's body, Marcus was left to roam the world once again in search of a body to claim as his own. One day, he wandered into the dungeon of Deceit, and came across a Lich Lord, whom he was able to communicate with.
Lich Lord: Human... what are you doing here?
Marcus: I am dead ... just as you are.
Lich Lord: Mmm... I see. I am guessing you seek to be among the living once again?
Marcus: Yes, that is so.
Lich Lord: Many of us who have died have been able to be among the living once again. I can tell you how, however I am not convinced that you are worthy of such knowledge.
Marcus: Do tell! I am worthy, I tell you. Very worthy.
Lich Lord: Mmmm... perhaps. Tell me, what is it you will do if you are among the living?
Marcus grinned.
Marcus: Seek revenge on those who placed me here.
The Lich Lord laughed.
Lich Lord: As most of us do. You do realize, however, that once that revenge is achieved, you will disappear and go forth into the underworld.
Marcus: It is no matter.
Lich Lord: Very well... with all of this as an understanding, I suppose I will share with you the knowledge of being among the living once again. Come...
The Lich Lord showed Marcus to a room hidden by a secret door somewhere in Deceit. Inside, the walls were filled with creatures of the undead: Wraiths, Ghouls, Liches, Lich Lords, and sitting in the center was an Ancient Lich. The Lich Lord proceeded to speak to the Ancient Lich in nothing but a whisper, and the Ancient Lich nodded, and turned to Marcus. He signaled him over and layed him down upon the alter. At that moment, every undead in the room stayed silent, in bowed heads, and they all mumbled words that Marcus could not comperehend. A dark light shone down onto him.... and then Marcus blacked out.
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Marcus glanced around, the room was empty. Not a being in there. He stood up, and glanced around... and then looked down at himself. He had a body... he had a soul... and now, his purpose was real.
Beside him, written in the dirt was a small message.
"Newest Member of the Undead:
Behold your new form. You are one of the lucky few. You were not transformed into the common ghoul, wraith, or lich, but you have a unique ability to morph back into spirit form and go unseen around the world. You have been given the power of Necromancy, of which you can communicate clearly to those while you are in the form of spirit.
Be weary, that once your purpose for being among the undead is complete, you will cease to exist.
Go forth, new brother, and do your best." |
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