Tracing A Path

The old man calmly walked into his house, where inside the undeads awaited him, those who were under his control and never leaved him. But even with the company of his undeads, Aldrah was alone.

Undeads were his servants.. Souls imprisoned on the dead bodies, aprisoned by him, an necromancer.

The old man's family was all separated. A dead daughter, another daughter living in Levengard with her brother, away from Aldrah.. Grish became Jessi's toy.. His wife, Nicole, is probably dead, after having gone to Levengard as well, for 'church' stuff.

And all this was caused by the man's attitudes, but he did not regret it, he was not ashamed.. Not even to have killed his own daughter, a part of him. It was his choices and he would have to live with that.

He slowly sat down in his chair, crossing his leg. Undeads came, bringing a cup of coffee to their master, where Aldrah readily accepted and began to drink.

Now that he was alone.. He would have to start planning everything again, rearrange his goals, after all, he thought he would die at Freya's hands, but he did not die.. Now his whole life was a mess.

"I have to draw a new path for each of my plans, so I can put it in practice again, create new ones.. I can not stand still foreve." He said to himself, looking now at the ceiling.

(Aldrah Leverd)

He had plans that would help Dawn with the 'Anti-lighthouse project' and other projects like the creation of more necromancers, but given his actions, that would be out of the question at the moment.. Who knows in the future, maybe.

But for this Aldrah would need more time, but he was getting too old.. Where everything would be more difficult. After all, with old age he would be too weak.. It was no longer the same one as when he was Young.

Old age is something that reaches everyone. But Aldrah could find ways to deal with it. He was a doctor.. Necromancer.. And an Master Alchemist! He had heard about the potions of youth, but he did not know the recipe.. But he could go in search of it! It would benefit him in many ways.

"With the potion, I could create several for legion people, bringing the youthfulness of all, in return for their loyalty to me. That would be a good start for my plans." Aldrah smirked.

Aldrah would also have to strengthen himself, get new equipment for him, where who knows could have help from Dylerun to forge something. But he would need materials that could strengthen him, his spells.

"Something that increases my control and powers over the ice.. Something that I might get through elementals of ice! But I would have to find a good amount of them or who knows a more powerful one?" He spoke up, his hands behind his back, walking from side to side.
(Aldrah Leverd)

Now regarding the necromancers project.. Aldrah could create a special guide, containing the knowledge of necromancers, a book that would contain his knowledge and the knowledge of other necromancers, that he had known during his lifetime!

Such a book would be provided to those who showed commitment to learning necromancy, only the most adept! Where they would have teachings of Sors, ??Aldrah, Cho and even Arthur! All in a single book. Something like the books he had once seen, about riftmancy, that Nyphadora created.

"Oh, Nyphadora is a necromancer too.. Who knows, she can give me a hand in this little project!" Aldrah nodded.

He could also give continuity to his project of creating more powerful soldiers.. The 'abominations' as he calls them. This would further strengthen the power of Dawn and of the necromancer!

But that he would do in the future, one thing at a time.. By the time he should focus on getting younger and stronger. He turned to his undeads, which promptly began to gather near him.

In a loud and authoritative voice he said, "My Undead servants! I have a mission for each one of you.." He took a deep breath, pausing before speaking again, "I command you all to march out of our home and seek information between the villages and people of Dawn, Valmasians, in relation to Potions of the Youth, any information is useful and only come back when ya get something for me." He said, pointing to the door.

The undeads promptly began to march in a row, heading in the direction of the exit, as ordered by their master.

Aldrah turned and went to sit in his chair, to finish drinking his coffee. It was time for him to rebuild his life after losing almost everything.
(Aldrah Leverd)