Fan-Fic for SMRIAG contest

<Name's Ripjaw, me? I'm a mercenary good with a sword and a bit of magic I hunt undead for a living.>

<Do I like it? Sometimes and if I can advance it's always a plus, do nature has always had it's

place in my life I feel it less and less everytime I come back from the woods. Feel my mind slowly

leaving me people think I'm crazy just going and hunting undead all day everyday they just don't get it.>

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All do why else would I be talking to the walls?

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[the next morning]

Ripjaw wake's up for another day of hunting

"Poor fellow think he's got a screw loose?"

"Maybe, only the Gods know"

"I bet he's as crazy as the monks of Desolation"

Ripjaw runs out the Inn and to his usual spot in the for hunting even forgeting to get the guild

request today but he still goes on a murderous rampage like he always does thats how he got the

title: Undead Slayer.

His life consisted of this till dayend.... Until one day 3 years later He was faced with an

enormous number of greater undead and he was overrun

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He closed his eyes as his day had come

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but then he opened his eyes again and found himself as a being that he once hunted and hated. But

now he only saw beauty and purity in the embrace of undeath. He noticed he could still use magic

but a more twisted and evil version of it and his new name Krothos. His title as well had been

Replaced to fit his new life as [THE DEATHBRINGER] a greater lich. His soul forcefully put into a

phylactery the amulet stored in a heavily armored chest. His new moto was "Death is not the end of

the journey, it is just the beginning..." and he had actually become less crazy due to becoming

undead.

Over the year there where many that had entered his tomb to challenge him and all failed then

after 20 years of waiting there was finally a one person that said

"I wish to learn your ways and be embraced by death itself as you are oh Great One."

Krothos finally after all these years found another person who finds beauty and purity in undeath

just as he does. He took in the wood elf as his disciple and taught him how to use shadow magic to

it's fullest degree, and how to control undead. Then when the elf had learned all he could was put

to undeath and had the greater lich put his soul into a phylactery of his choosing to become a lich.

That lich's name was Nokufa