NecroDev 1

Rothraim had awaken from his slumber, finding himself dee within the Ominus forest, The only place that felt like home to him, As he labored to breath his shallow breaths reminded him of the pain he felt across his body, Blood still seeping from his wounds as he began to tear cloth he had from an old cloak to act as bandages for his wounds. Even though it hurt Rothraim could feel nothing but his own seething hatred boil within his body. HE had lost yet again, Unable to defend himself agains those that would rather seem him in chains and now he knew that both Arlandria and Isegard wanted to see him dead and captured.

Rothriam squirmed with pain as he noticed his situation. No longer did he have anyone he could depend on. Sindarin would be killed soon and he was alone and by himself. A few days had passed, The man using whatever he could to his advantage. Eating bark from trees, Moss and mushrooms, and the occasional bat or frog if he managed to catch them. Rothraim survived as best he could and yet his mental state had begun to dwindle.  Revenge had swollen upon his mind, Nothing else seemed more clear than to exact revenge for everything they had taken from him.

"They accused me of being a Necromancer....Of being a cultists. I have nothing left in this realm beyond my own pride and those who still have strapped together to follow me. I know not how they feel or if they want to continue but i know for certain if i continue to be this weak no one will follow me for  long..." Pressure built up in his eyes as he began to stream tears as they rolled down his eyes. The Voidsent had never been one to cry yet this emotion of all the stress that had been piling upon him forced him to snap.

"Murdering them isn't enough, Necromancy...just how can i learn it...just what is the convergence and how can i use it to my advantage." Rothraim growled, he wanted power, he wanted respect and now? more than anything he wanted revenge. Their deaths wouldn't be enough to satisfiy him any longer. And yet Rothraim knew how to accomplish the feat he so desperately wanted. "I will become the shadow that haunts their streets, bloodshed will be given as it has been taken."
(Rothraim Vykanos)
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Several days had passed, Rothraim had begun to build up his strength his wounds still pestering him yet he continued to fortify upon the spells he already knew. Gaining strength with the Arcane and the Sorcery spells he'd become accustomed to he continued to manifest stronger and stronger spells however he knew this would not be enough against Arlandria's forces. Necromancy was the only true way he could out match them in numbers and resolve. To become the very thing they hate was his path forwards and he knew only of one way to achieve it.

Research and practice. He moved himself to a graveyard that was located within the Autumn forest, A shovel in hand he'd wait until the rainy season began when they soil turned soft, and begin his depraved actions. The shovel pierced into the now soaked soil, softer than it would usually be, As Rothraim continued to dig through, Blasting away any rocks that he couldn't dig around until finally he heard the loud 'THUD' and the clanking of his shovel. His lips parted has he wiped the sweat, mud and from his brow, he panted in exhaustion yet his excitement was what was more thrilling.

He opened the Coffin, only to find the bones that seemed to have been well preserved. Fresh perhaps couldn't have been buried here for no longer than a few years, perhaps a native of the island given the circumstances and yet Rothraim could no longer control his desire for knowledge. Necromancy had always been something Sindarin had spouted off about while Rothraim had his ambitions with the art he never truly had a reason to study it until now. And that reason was a simple one.

To become an echo of Death and use this power to annihilate Arlandria and all others who berated him, and stole from him. Rothraim would pull the bones out from the coffin one at a time, making sure to secure the stuctures so they wouldn't be damaged any further, They were brittle but Rothraim had been working on a solution to that problem. He continued to dig up more bones, from the graveyard, Opening coffin after coffin and descrating each grave more and more.

"I want revenge...and you all will be the first piece to my ascension." Rothraim's knowledge of Necromancy was considered less than nothing at best, yet he knew it had some connection to undeath and the ability to puppet them. Thus Rothraim studied. First taking the time to purchase books about anatomy of the different races. After a few days of reading and continuing his trianing he had been able to identify the bones of the skeleton by looking at their structures.

He'd even be able to detail the differences of each skeleton's race depending on how the bones fit together, He sighed, as he rearranged them to fit perfectly together. In total he had three full bone strucutres.
One seemed to be the body of a Human, Another the body of a Draconian, and the last a Faerla While Rothraim continued to arrange them he'd clean them off, polishing each of them using a conction he brewed with his alchemy skills, making sure the bones were in as best shape as possible to be perserved.
(Rothraim Vykanos)
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The next step Rothraim would have no clue how to accomplish, What exactly did Necromancy require? He wasn't sure but he knew that he could do a cheap imitation of what Necromancy was. "To puppet undead, like they're your minions...I see..." He labored, pulling together the constructs by creating layers of Arcane magic over them Using the Skeleton's as the perfect tool for shaping his mana he'd pour it over them Carving a combination of Arcane and Inacanting runes into the Skulls of each of the skeleton's to serve as a connection vessel for his own mana.

Next was the hardest part, He was able to create shackles out of his mana, With this he was capable of creating smaller chains almost the sides of threads, made from mana, Using this he could connect the bones to each other, Each of the limbs connected to the torso, Using mana to attache them at the joints, The Skull of the Human man floated with the intense mana it was receiving each pulsation of mana carried Rothraim's will into it, His desire for vengeance,  his murderous hatred for the Empire and Arlandria most of all, he poured all his negative emotions into his magics.

Creating a mana forge from his own power he'd pound his spells into the bones of the long since dead man, Surging even more of his evil incantions over it, now fusing his will into malevolence, as he chanted over the corpse. "Death has yet to be understood, and yet each day my research grows more fascinating. Just how far can i take this I cannot wait to get results..." Rothraim improved upon and modified the skeletons each outfitting them with all sorts of egregious mana until eventually they could be fully manipulated by Rothraim's mana.

While this ability was still at its novice stages Rothraim was able to move a skeleton as if it was a puppet, By cloaking it within his own mana and creating threads of mana from his finger tips he could control them as if they were his own body as they were tethered to his mana through the runes. "I still have a ways to go before i can call this true necromancy but...This will suffice for now. It will give me ample time to study how to truly master this art." While Rothraim had not come close to what actual necromancy was his soul had already began to corrupt. Darkness now spilling into his mind he no longer decided to walk the path of mortals. Each day he practiced, to hone his skills with his skeletal puppets.
(Rothraim Vykanos)
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