Chapter 1

Dakota

I remember waking up.

No. I wasn't waking up. I began my existence.

"Ah Dakota. I have to congratulate you. You managed to create a minion. At only the age of fourteen." A man behind a desk said. He was a professor. No the head of the school. This information just came to me.

"I want to see you do it." The head said. He pointed to a corner and there was a body. A dead body. Why was I fine with this?

It just came to me.

"Rise." I said, in a whisper that could be heard around the empty room.

I felt myself become tired. I looked at the corner with a blank expression.

The body began waking. It stood up in a shaky motion.

"Steady." I commanded at it. The undead steadied and looked at me.

I had to know what was happening.

"Tell me, what do you about me." I said, with a charisma I didn't know I had. A slick tone.

"Well, you were found in a burned down village. Our academy, Necropoli, took you in and raised you. You were taught for years." The head said. "Nearly every branch of necromancy. Good. Dark."

I got the idea this was information was something I never was told. A reward for my progress.

"You always wanted to be known as Dakota. Never anything else." The Head began. "Always top in every lesson. Why do you want to know this. I suppose it's always good to know how much people know about you."

A thought strayed through my head. He was getting suspicious.

A thought flew out of my head.

'Restrain him.' I thought at the corpse.

It silently walked over to the head and held his arms behind his back.

"Where the FUCKis this, Necropoli!" I yelled at him.

"Shadowfell." He gasped out. He was not strong. His arm were being pressed into his lungs.

"What is your group's," I began to ask, with venom in group. "goal."

"To find the Raven Queen's name." He said. "We'll blackmail her into giving control of the Shadowfell."

"Shit." I simply knew about the Raven Queen. I liked her. Seeing as I was going to die, it was a good idea to tribute to the Raven Queen, despite the fact I disrupted death.

"The entire academy. We share that goal. You were going to a leading general." He said.

The life I lived before was irrelevant.

"How many are here?" I asked him.

"Sixty." He said.

"Keep him like this." I said to the body.

I walked out of his office and pulled out my two weapons.

I had a extremely curved sickle in my right hand and one that resembled a scimitar.

"What do you want Mr.-" A sectary said.

I jumped at her and slit her throat.

There would be no retribution. Only death.

I had an army of ten behind me.

I was weak. I knew that.

"Guards!" A man yelled. A group of twenty seemed to materialize.

I charged. My group of undead ran at them.

I took my left sickle and stabbed it through the temple of the guard.

Magic sparked through the iron and the man was reanimated.

I stepped back and watched the battle.

The guard I killed and reanimated turned to it's comrade and stabbed him in the stomach with his sword.

I took the next few minutes to regain my strength.

I then decided, now of all times, to assess my weapons.

Besides my sickles, I had a hidden blade on my right hand.

How made it? How's idea?

Keith. Kenny. Khile.

Who was it.

I pulled my pinky up, my wrist down and thrusted my hand forward and the blade out.

I had two.

The last ten elite warriors.

I ran up to them, five undead behind me.

I stabbed one in the head with the hidden blade. The other one was stabbed in the stomach.

I barely got the bracers up in order to block the strike that would decapitate me.

I grabbed his pointer finger and twisted it. I pulled back so the blade was thrust into his friends chest.

I felt something slice into my left arm.

I yelled.

The skeleton to my left started fighting him.

I took a healing potion from my belt. I found it in a desk.

I tore off the cap and chugged it down.

The last guy.

I took my sickle.

He made an overhead strike at me.

I moved to my left.

"SHIT" I yelled. He took a lot of meat off the bone.

I took my sickle.

With great strength, I sliced through the tendons of his neck. I felt more resistance as it reached his spine.

I stopped part way through.

I just realized, I had killed the entire school.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

I was five foot four. White. A black haired fro mopped over my head.

Then I noticed, pointed ears. Not weird ass elf ears.

I was a half-elf.

I trained for the next two years. I was going to us a neutral side of necromancy.

I trained with my weapons.

I had memories of some of my companions. I had to find them.

Keith

I woke up in the middle of a archery range with a bow and arrows in my hands.

"Try and get a bull's eye." The instructor said.

I just did what they said. I pulled back an arrow. I saw a target. I let go of the string and the arrow flew and impaled itself into the target.

"Do that again." The instructor ordered.

I notched the arrow again. I aimed and let go of the trigger.

'What's a trigger' I thought. String. Not a trigger.

The arrow split the last one in half.

I spent two years training in this army. It was pretty uneventful. I became a master of the bow and crossbow.

The army I was in. They were based in a huge castle in the Shadowfell. I was a marksman.

I stayed in this army because they clothed me, fed me, gave me a place to sleep. I had no loyalty to them. If something better came past, I would join them.

I saw a man, maybe five and a half feet. We were up on a cliff, on patrol. A good portion on the army.

"Take the shot." The general whispered to me.

I looked at the man below us. His robes were blood red and dark purple. His hood concealed his face.

The way he walked. That's what made me think I knew him.

I notched an arrow. I took aim at him. Unaware of his impending death.

I released the arrow.

He stumbled from the force and the pain in his shoulder.

He reached up and noticed the shaft in his flesh.

He snapped it. A flash of pain was visible when he flinched.

Then the soldiers came.

Dakota

It was not my day. I came here with a request and then I took an arrow to the kne-shoulder.

Soldiers were coming.

One was running with his halberd out.

I unsheathed my hidden blades. I jumped and put a hand onto each shoulder. The blade sinking into him.

I side stepped a strike and stabbed him with said blades. In the heart.

Keith

The man he just stabbed. He was attacking his buddies.

How did he stab him. It just looked like he pushed his hand into him.

"MAKE A VOLLEY" The captain yelled.

Dakota

Mother fucker.

I grabbed the guy next to him.

My hand wrapped around his neck. I twisted in one direction and with a crack, he died instantly.

I used him as a shield against the arrows.

His body was peppered with arrows.

A burst of blue flame sailed over my head.

"Can't I have a fucking break!" I yelled. I threw some of my life force into the stiff.

I threw him in that direction.

Keith

I recognized the man he just killed. He was a bit of an asshole, the guy that got his neck snapped.

Then the hooded man got a face full of lightning.

Lightning surged through him.

Dakota

I read a bit about magical lightning. It needed host. The fact I was being electrocuted was a bitch.

I was the host.

With speed, I pulled out a sickle.

I threw it.

Keith

The caster was burnt into a crisp.

Mr. Hood ran over to him and threw dark lightning at him.

The wizard got up and started killing more of our guys.

He was a necromancer.

I knew not all necromancers were evil. Some were good.

Then I questioned something. What if he was a good guy. That might make me a bad guy.

Dakota

I had a small group of undead with me. With blood stained armor. That's what I liked about an undead army. Their color is always blood red.

I looked up at the cliff. That face. I knew him.

Keith

Then he looked at me. I saw his eyes. Then I saw him getting hit by a mace. He was down.

Dakota

I woke up feeling like shit. My head felt like I got hit with a huge thing. Which it probably was.

My shoulder was oozing pus.

Then several people grabbed my arms. I had no strength to resist. I was dragged for a mile.

Then I was brought to a tower.

A commander held a noose in his hands.

I began walking.

I broke free from the guards. If I were to die, I would walk with honor.

I made a quick guess in my head. Then I figured something out.

The noose would decapitate me.

I walked up onto planks. There was a long cliff beneath me.

The man took my hood off.

I then got a good look at one of the men on the tower.

A flood of memories flew back to me.

It was my buddy Keith.

Keith

When he took off his hood, I knew who it was.

Dakota.

He nodded at me.

Dakota

I nodded at Keith.

I saw him notch an arrow.

How do you like this fic. I based a good amount of the fight scene of assassin's creed.

This is how I think D&D would behave in a more real setting. I'm not going to include stuff like major actions, total defense, or hitpoints. I'm going to act how it would be in reality.

Can anyone tell me how death works in D&D. I know good heroes can go to the astral sea, but where does the average peasant go. I would like the truth or even theories.

I'm gonna have a lot of characters.

Cliff hanger. I'm, aren't I.