What do I do next? Is that not the question everyone finds themselves asking? Where one is to go next in life is always a matter to be decided. But, what is one to do when their life has already ended, and gods have set a path before you to follow? Do you accept the hand you've been dealt, and follow blindly? Or, do you stray from the path, without guidance and without support? The "lives" of those whose lives are falsehoods are never simple ones. This is but the tale of one of many. This being is not the first to walk this beaten path, nor will they be the last. However, they are one who left their own mark in the history of this dying land. History that will one day be forgotten, this much is certain. But, for now, let their story be heard and remembered.

In ages past, before the hands of time took hold of the land, and before man took all he saw for his own, there was little. Lands of gray crags, arch trees and everlasting stone dragons.

During this seemingly endless age, a new force appeared. This force is what drives the land to this day. A dying power now referred to as The First Flame. The Flame brought many things with its arrival. Time began, Light and Dark entered an endless grapple for power over the other. But, above all else, The First Flame brought with it, souls. These souls granted power to the first of the pygmies to discover them. Four souls, for four Lords. The Light Soul was given to Gwyn, Lord of Sunlight, a sort of king in this land. The Life Soul, bequeathed to the Witch of Izalith, who shared her power with her Daughters of Chaos. The Soul of Death held by Gravelord Nito, the first of the dead and ruler over the Catacombs. Finally, The Furtive Pygmy, owner of the Dark Soul, father to humanity and to The Abyss. He would later be known as Manus.

These beings have outlived their time, all shells of their former selves. The age of man, the age of dark, draws near as the fading of the First Flame continues, bringing with it the curse of the undead, the Darksign.

In this land, when one is branded with the Darksign and becomes undead, they are corralled and lead en masse, far to the north, to the Undead Asylum, to rot and await the end of the world. This is where the story of our "Chosen Undead" begins. Slowly hollowing in one of several crumbling cells in the Asylum. None know how long this undead had been here. One thing however is certain. The undead escaped from the Asylum.