Nadir

by canard945

The Worldstone was shattered, and with it , the heros who slew the Prime evils were cast across space and time. In particular, one necromancer found himself summoned to a strange... yet oddly familiar world, by a particularly Unbalanced pink headed girl. save for the outlandish locals though... all seems quiet, perhaps this is all just a Cosmic vacation?

1. Teaser

"Evern looked down at the girl, young, but with a fire in her eyes that he seen before… a fervor not unlike his own when he first sought out the priesthood to begin his training as a Necromancer…. With a heavy sigh he looks her in the eye "so… even knowing what my arts entail, you would still try and learn them?"

She nodded, "if… if I can Evern make those golem thingies that you made in your fight with Guiche, and I can help my family not have to work as hard… then yes. "

he takes a deep breath and nods "very well. But know that you will not be merely learning the magics of the Soul, Siesta. You will need to become an aspirant of the Priesthood of Rathma, and in time a priestess yourself. As will any you desire to teach… the two are inextricably woven together."

She gulps, and for just a moment she wavers… before it fades and she nods, looking a rich frightened "then… will I have to hide that… from the church I mean? I've…. Never bothered with the Church but… that's not the same as being against it right?"

He nods "it may be for the best… this world is strange to me. But in mine, it was good practice to remain quiet about my faith. The common people are the ones who deemed us Necromancer… and while not inaccurate, it holds the implication of pacts and deals with demons, something we despise on a moral, and philosophical stance. However, most are not willing to listen when you raise a skeleton from a corpse, even of it IS in their defense. It was only after slaying a legion of them myself that people began to trust me. "

Siestas eye go wide "you… you mean demons are real?"

"Yes. You should consider it a blessing that your world seems to be untouched by the forces of the Burning Hells, or worse the Prime Evils… but that's for another time. Now, let me tell you the tale of Rathma, our own founder, though, he made no claims at divinity, or birthright like yours. No, he spoke of Balance, of death, life, and most importantly, the state in between…"

Far away, in a kingdom in the sky, a sliver of yellow stone is found by an unwitting child, embedded in a small crater left by a falling star. And, faintly, a hateful laugh can be heard.