Osore, the Undead Necromancer and Master Wizard, has given himself a reputation of being power-hungry. It’s become quite obvious. He’ll do anything to increase the power of his undead army.
Osore: Ugh… nobody is dying anymore these days… there’s a bunch of medicines, really good militaries, and those Inkperials don’t have the balls to go on mass killing sprees… maybe I… could kill someone and revive them, making them part of my army?
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Osore: Oh, man, I am a genius.
Osore took some time to think of a powerful fighter that he could kill without being killed himself. After a while, he decided to stop thinking so hard, and instead decided to go to a peaceful place. His search for a peaceful place took him to some calming ruins of an ancient city, one that felt peaceful, despite being abandoned.
There were fountains and canals that were still running with water, and the flora and fauna were still there, after thousands of years. A squirrel ran past Osore.
“There must be something protecting these ruins,” thought Osore.