Ranaklh ran through the halls of the Necromancer temple hoping he wouldn't be too late to take his final exam, unfortunately he had sleep late with a bad hangover due to another one of his famous drinking contests with five barbarians that had journeyed into town, the fact he beat them all merely hinted at his talent. However the ability to drink wasn't very high on the Lord Priest's mind when one of the most troublesome of his students showed up 2 hours late while obviously not quite sober since Ranaklh had burped right into his face. Immediately he summoned a clay golem while backing Ranaklh into a fetal position with a series of small bone walls then instructing the Clay golem to punt it out of the Temple. Later sprawled on road with many bone fragments around him, Ranaklh got up to picked up his belongings and leave town. Since the local guild of Rathma wouldn't accept him he might as well go off on his own and learn from the land. Soon he was moving south through the mountains and forests killing off lone creatures with his trusty crossbow while resurrecting a few skeletons here and there. Unfortunately all he remembered in the lessons about skeletons summoning was all the Nakalth weed he had smoked before class and the skeletons were a little bit disfigured in the way that they were almost all three legged with an arm coming out of the back at the end of which was the skull. Instead of taking this as a sign of personal defeat Ranaklh ever the optimist instead believed it to be sheer creative genius and a new breed of horror that only he himself could master! Figuring that the sight of his minions caused whole groups of fallen to roll on the ground clutching their stomachs unable to get up or breathe was due to some powerful curse his minions could cast, he fearlessly charged into his enemies. After almost a week later after smoking all the Nakalth weed he had left, he finally decided to leave the little grassy knoll where he defeated the evil corrupted acorn-hurling squirrels of doom. Soon he wandered even more to the south and ended up killing out groups of monsters in the Blood moor when he found a strange blade that seemed to be of no real power but had etched on a cryptic message:

SPECIAL DEALS TO BE MADE IN THE ROGUE ENCAMPMENT!!

MANY GOOD ITEMS AT DIRT CHEAP PRICES SPECIAL JACKPOT PRIZE OF MUCH GOLD TO A CERTAIN WINNER! ALSO AWARDS INCLUDE A LIFETIME SUPPLY OF IDENTIFY SCROLLS!! SPECIAL POWERS FOR YOUR WEAPONS! YOUNG BEAUTIFUL WOMEN!!(ONE LUCKY WINNER GETS ONE THAT FOLLOWS AND PROTECTS THEM!) TRAINING PROGRAM FOR SPECIAL WINNER!! AND THE GRAND PRIZE FOR THE SPECIAL WINNER IS A TRIP TO SUNNY LUT GHOLEIN, THE JEWEL OF THE DESERT ITSELF!!

He figured why the hell not? He didn't have anything better to do and he just might win a few of those kick-ass prizes. 3 hours and 5000 porcupine spikes later he finally arrived at the Rogue Encampment.