"Maybe it's true, this world is a endless grimm fairy tale were we have no escape but death...but I found a way to thrive on it, finally after years of humiliation and denial I have a chance to shine! When I was a mere child and my magical powers sparked, instead of sending me to study with the mages my small minded family sent me to a monastery where I was castrated of my powers, all my potential wasted among filthy ignorant monks!

But fate conspired on my favour when those stupid clergyman put me in charge of the library...centuries perhaps millenia of forbidden knowledge at the reach of my hands, I feasted upon those grimoires, I was reading entire books each day, barely paying atention to my actual duties...until I discovered the art of necromancy...so forbiden...so powerful, I was eager to try some experiments but it would be impossible inside that monastery.

I could barely believe my eyes when those THINGS broken your doors and flooded the monastery in a tide of spikes and sharp claws, I only survived thanks to my magical knowledge, that night I escaped unharmed as my ignorant collegues were ripped appart, good riddance to be honest.I knew I could not survive alone so I let the winds of magic guide me, I knew i would stumble upon a powerful mage eventually, someone powerful enough to help me survive and teach me their arcane secrets, the winds guided me to a partialy ruined keep where a bunch of peasants captured me, but for my suprise they were no mere group of simpletons, they were survivors under the care of a ancient and extremely powerful vampire!

This vampire is Danadriel, older than the kingdom itself, older than even the wisest scholar can account, she is a powerful mage in her own not to mention the vampire might, she has plenty of knowledge to share...however she was reluctant to allow me to try necromancy, she told me wild stories of necromancy failing in a monumental scale, she spoke of imense empires bearing technologies beyond my imagination being swallowed by the tide of undead, she spoke of god like mages being swalloed by the putried energies of unlife and more...I believe her at some degree, but just because a spark can burn a forest, dosent mean we should be too afraid to lit a candle.

I debated and insisted with Danadriel for several weeks but she was adamant...until we found ourselves under siege by a group of maddened cultists during day time when Danadriel was in her slumber, after several hours of battle we won despite the abscence of our vampire overlord, but we were batered, I got shot in the arm but some people got so wounded they lost limbs...Danadriel felt guilty for not being able to save her people so she caved in, she came to me and ordered me directly to build a war ghoul, she even provided me steel scrap to armor it!

Working on the ghoul was a delight! sewing all those bodies together, preparing the runes and everything was like sculpting, for the first time in years I was feeling genuine joy!, after several days my monster was ready...towering flesh and dark steel, animating it almost drained me entirely but in the end it was...alive? of course not everything was perfect, the ghoul was made with the bodies of our enemies so its hatred for us is imprited on its flesh, I need to keep it chained to ensure it does not goes mad...however I'm so eager to unleash it upon our foes in the next attack!" (Isaac)

I was eager to draw some necromancy action c: