Chapter 1; The Bad Guy
It was a dark and cold night. It could have been a warm night, but no… The Necromancer knew that as a Villain, he had to this the proper way.
Who ever heard of a Villain doing his nasty and evil deeds during a shiny day or warm night? That was just plain… Well… Enjoyable, really, but not Villain material.
And he was a Villain.
So, it was a very dark and cold night. And he was currently walking in a swamp. Not that he liked walking in a swamp. He hated it. All those stinky insects and horrible smells. He was nauseated by it all.
But he wasn't there for sightseeing or for fun. He was there for one particular reason: To build his Tower of Doom.
The Necromancer seemed Human, but his skin was so pale, that you had to wonder if he had ever stepped out of whatever cave he had lived in. He carried with him a Magical Staff… We presume that it was a Magical Staff, because it had the words "Magical Staff" engraved on it.
He was also wearing a black robe. He was a Necromancer, people expected that from him. A pink robe would not have the same effect.
Perhaps it would, but people wouldn't take him seriously. And he already had a problem in making people take him seriously.
"Damn this stinky swamp… I mean… There are just bugs in here…" – murmured the Necromancer.
A strange creature appeared out of nowhere. It had bat like wings, and an unusual tail that seemed ready to strike the creature's enemies. It was a small creature, yet he seemed quite capable of killing a larger foe.
"Shut up, you whining bastard. And you call yourself a Necromancer?" – mocked the Imp.
The Necromancer gave a sigh. He really hated the swamp. It was a horrible place for a Tower of Doom… But he had to follow the Code of Villains, and it stated that the Tower of Doom should be constructed in a smelly and dark place, in order to attract adventurers. Adventurers would never believe that a Villain had his Tower of Doom in a warm and nice beach.
"Look… You are my Familiar, therefore you are my servant, my minion… If I want to whine, you don't tell me to shut up!" – stated the Necromancer.
The Imp looked coldly at his so called Master.
"Shut up." – demanded the Imp.
"What did I tell you? Don't say that!" – ordered the Necromancer.
"Shut up." – repeated the Imp.
"If you say that one more time, I will…" – threatened the Necromancer.
"Shut up." – growled the Imp.
The Necromancer looked confused. Was he allowed to kill his Familiar? What about the League of Familiar's Rights? Would they sue him if he killed the stupid Imp?
"Okay… You win this round. But mark my words… I will have my revenge!" – said the Necromancer.
"Shut up, for crying out loud!" – shouted the Imp.
The Necromancer went suddenly silent.
"That's better." – murmured the Imp.
"I think I stepped on something…" – cried the Necromancer.
The Imp shrugged. How he hated this Wizard… He was a fool. Sure, he tried his best. But that wasn't saying much.
"This seems a good place for building your Tower of Doom." – said the Imp.
The Necromancer looked around and shrugged.
"It looks exactly the same as the other places in the swamp. Why is this place a good place for a Tower of Doom?" – asked the Necromancer.
"Because… I say so." – explained the Imp, while giving the Necromancer a threatening look.
"Ah… A good place, indeed." – said the Necromancer.
"That's the spirit. Now build the Tower of Doom." – demanded the Imp.
"Say what?" – asked the Necromancer.
"Build the Tower of Doom." – repeated the Imp.
The Necromancer looked around trying his best not to look his Familiar in the eyes.
"What is it, then?" – asked the Imp.
"How am I supposed to build the Tower of Doom?" – asked the Necromancer.
The Imp was speechless for a moment. He couldn't be that useless.
"What are you, pray tell?" – asked the Imp.
The Necromancer seemed thoughtful for a moment.
"A Villain?" – answered the Necromancer.
"Yes. What kind of Villain?" – asked the Imp.
"An evil and nasty Villain?" – suggested the Necromancer.
The Imp had to fight a sudden urge to hurt his Master.
"Good… And what are you besides being a Villain?" – asked the Imp.
"Is that a philosophical question?" – inquired the Necromancer.
That was the last straw.
"You are a damn Wizard!" – shouted the Imp.
The Necromancer seemed puzzled.
"That's right. I am a Wizard. So?" – asked the Necromancer.
"I knew I should have chosen a Witch… They like dancing naked during full moons…" – murmured the Imp.
"What have naked women have to do with this, my Familiar?" – asked the Necromancer.
"You are a Wizard… Cast spells… Create Tower of Doom… Got it?" – mocked the Imp.
"Oh? Use magic to create a Tower of Doom?" – asked the Necromancer.
"Yes." – answered the Imp.
"You want me to manipulate the vast and mysterious magical waves into serving my every command, therefore building us a Tower of Doom?" – asked the Necromancer.
"Yes." – answered the Imp.
"Oh! Why didn't you say so?" – asked the Necromancer.
"Shut up and do it." – ordered the Imp.
"Sorry. It can't be done." – answered the Necromancer.
The Imp fell to the ground, caught completely by surprise by that remark.
"You can't?" – asked the Imp.
"I am a Necromancer. I can control the Undead and Negative energies of the realms. Last time I check, building Towers of Doom wasn't a Necromantic Spell." – explained the Necromancer.
The Imp regained his posture and gave the Necromancer an evil stare.
"You can at least create Undead, then?" – asked the Imp.
"Easy as counting to three." – said the Necromancer.
"Then, create a vast army of Undead and order them to build your Tower of Doom.
Now!" – demanded the Imp.
"But…" – said the Necromancer.
"No buts… Just do it!" – shouted the Imp.
The Necromancer gave a sigh and casted a spell, which opened a strange and mystic portal
Several Undead started to walk through it. There were Skeletons, Zombies and some Ghouls.
"At last! Some evil and dark powers! Give the laugh!" – ordered the Imp.
"What laugh?" – asked the Necromancer.
"You know what I mean! I want to hear your evil laugh! Now!" - shouted the Imp.
" That? Must I?" – asked the Necromancer.
"Do it or I will bite you." – threatened the Imp.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" – laughed the Necromancer.
The Imp blinked.
"Please tell me that you were just warming up." – begged the Imp.
"Nope. I did my best, and I am sure that is what really counts in the end." – said the Necromancer.
"Say that again and I will eat your eyes in a very painful manner." – threatened the Imp.
"There is a way for you to eat my eyes that doesn't involve pain?" – asked the Necromancer.
The Imp looked at the sky and murmured some curse or two.
"Forget it. Make them build the Tower of Doom." – demanded the Imp.
"Who?" – asked the Necromancer.
"The Undead, you bastard!" – shouted the Imp.
"Oh! Them? They can't." – said the Necromancer.
The Imp almost had a heart attack because of the stressful situation.
"Why… can't… they?" – growled the Imp.
"Because they are mindless corpses with a hunger for living flesh." – explained the Necromancer.
"What?" – asked the Imp.
"All they can do is eat the living, sucking their brains and blood, and practice Law. Most of them were Lawyers, you know? And some still are." – explained the Necromancer.
"Then why did you summon them?" – asked the Imp.
"You told me to." – explained the Necromancer.
"Useless stinky corpses! What purpose do they serve then?" – asked the Imp.
"Besides being cheap minions, they usually are good for the Adventures first encounters, since the Undead aren't that smart." – explained the Imp.
"But… If they aren't smart then the Adventures will kill them all." – reasoned the Imp.
"Of course. I don't want to be rude with the Adventurers. They are like guests." – explained the Necromancer.
"Are you sure you read the books I gave you about Villains and Evil?" – asked the Imp.
"Yes. Quite fascinating." – said the Necromancer.
"And did you understand any of it?" – asked the Imp.
"They didn't have many pictures." – murmured the Necromancer.