You wake up in bed and see the mayhem going on outside, this is your daily life. You walk through the base and get dressed, make some coffee and walk outside. You see a zombie and smash its head with the coffee cup. Another zombie tries you and, well... You use your magic trait and blast it away. What a lovely morning this is. Yesterday one of your spellbooks was stolen by piracy so you need to go to the FARLANDS to find another. The Farlands are devoid of human life, all zombies. But enough of that. First, another rumor goes around about a demon always taking humans out. the Final Council. Apparently, a very strong bunch of zombies come out when the battle is intense and finish it up. But whatever for now. You head off for the city in search for more supplies. "What a great morning." You say to yourself.