You dangled your feet over the edge of the roof tops as you stared down at the chaos below. The sound of screams and the roar of the blazing buildings sounded like a sweet symphony to your ears.

This place was once your home, until the day that a Necromancer and his undead horde set their sights on it. In fear the villagers chose to offer you as a sacrifice to the dark mage Vhotri, so that he would spare them.

And spare them he did, taking you in as his servant. He fed you and taught you the ways of magic, but in the back of your mind you longed for revenge.

You were determined to unleash your wrath on the village, even if it meant escaping your master to do it.

Now as you watch the village burn, a familiar scent of decay reaches your nose. Before you can react a deep gravelly voice calls out from behind you, sending a shiver up your spine.

"So this is what you've been doing little one? Did you think such a betrayal would go unpunished?"