No one trusts a necromancer, which you could understand but it still got under your skin, considering how vital you were to the kingdom of Môr.

You were duty bound to resurrect the fallen on the battlefield, bringing victory to the nation by unleashing your undead soldiers on the enemy.

Despite your loyalty to the The King and Queen they did not hide their blatant distaste for your craft, so it was a great suprise when they brought you the bloody and lifeless body of their son, Prince Rhydian.

They begged you to fix him, to bring his soul back from the ether and return him to them. At first you agreed, thinking that the coin would be worth it, but now you realised the depths of your mistake.

The prince was changed, and not for the better. As he rose from your enchantment table he looked at you with glassy undead eyes and a vicious snarl.

"Return me to the ground, mage. I did not ask you to bring me back to this hellish place."