Chapter 1: the kid,the misfits,and the lich.
Ok,hi,my name is belrous Deltorah,and if you are reading this,me and my guild are dead,but it's cool,we had fun while it lasted. How did we all die you ask? Well,to tell the story the way it should be told,I need to start at the beginning. Not at the beginning of the whole universe or the day I was born,just a regular day in my home town of Quil'telor. Quil'telor is a nice place...if you enjoy walks in a dark forest of eternal night with dark creatures of the undead watching your every move waiting for the perfect moment to kill you and consume your soul. Needless to say,to live here as long as I did,you need to have certain...skills. Mine was necromancy,and the fact that I was technically not alive...yeah to become a master of necromancy you have to sell your soul to death himself.