From the private journals of Lution

I have recently arisen from what could only be described as a deep sleep. Apparently three days have passed since the night of the transformation, but I recall nothing of the missing moments in time. This does not trouble me for a similar experience happened to my predecessor upon his transformation, according to his journals.

My body for lack of a better word is somewhat alien to me, but I am adjusting quickly. Had I not performed the dark ritual my tenure in the mortal realm would have been brief at best, 74 years is a brimming life expectancy for a human. Is the price for immortality to high? I think not, considering the alliterative, that being death. Though to look upon my rotted form one may consider normal death a blessing. I do not; I have no regret in the path I have chosen.

I am now to be considered the undead, so be it, but I will endeavor to show that I am not some mindless automation of evil. I feel no malicious intent towards man or any other life form. I am of the same mindset I was in life, that being the augmentation of my personal power, and to that end I have devised a wonderful plan. I shall be the champion of good, a hero if you will. Woes unto those I feel worthy of my attention, for not only will I be riding the world of their taint, but also furthering my quest for power. The later being my only real intent.

To this end I must amass a new group of adventurers.

So be wary, those evil beings that have amassed great magical treasure through murder and manipulation. Death is coming for you.

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