Prologue
A Grim Legacy
The necromancer stood, cold and alone in the depths of the hidden monastery he had lived in for the whole of his 16-year existence. Here he stayed, immersed in his art, forced to study the dead and the diseased by his father. His father was a rather important figure in the East, where they lived. This is because he was one of the Surviving Heroes. It was he, the grand necromancer, who defeated the Prime Evils in his younger days. Now this necromancer, his own flesh and blood, stood as a replacement.
A multitude of bony scrapings drew the young mage's attention in the dank, dark crypt. His cousin was here-- Raeson. He was training under the Grand Necromancer as well, and the Great One seemed at times to prefer him to his own son, despite the fact that he gave his son his own name;
Faust.
The Grand Necromancer had been a prodigy in a long line of Rathma priests. The family of Faust had been one of the more prominent families in the necromancer art for many, many, many generations. However, the only one to make a specific appearance in the general history of the world was the Grand Necromancer, Faust MMIV, who defeated Diablo, Mephisto, and Baal on a grand quest with other warriors.
The young necromancer sighed softly, for he had been given the prestigious title of being the next Faust. Faust MMV became his name at age six, but that was only a title. Raeson was competing for his father's favor, in order to claim the title for his own.
The skeleton he had heard earlier came out of the view. It was quickly followed by a second, and then a third. Raeson was so proud of himself in that respect. A few months younger than Faust he was, and yet he already could summon two more skeletons than Raeson himself could. However, Raeson didn't have some of the skils Faust had mastered either...
Concentrating his will, Faust beckoned the assistance of Trang Oul, who quickly obliged. Focusing his natural magic abilities into a wand he had been holding, Faust sent four corporeal masses of pure magic at the minion, which shattered as it collided with the projectiles.
"I see you have improved..." Came the voice of his cousin. Soon the thin form of Raeson appeared, followed by two more skeletal assistants.
"Care to duel?"
A Grim Legacy
The necromancer stood, cold and alone in the depths of the hidden monastery he had lived in for the whole of his 16-year existence. Here he stayed, immersed in his art, forced to study the dead and the diseased by his father. His father was a rather important figure in the East, where they lived. This is because he was one of the Surviving Heroes. It was he, the grand necromancer, who defeated the Prime Evils in his younger days. Now this necromancer, his own flesh and blood, stood as a replacement.
A multitude of bony scrapings drew the young mage's attention in the dank, dark crypt. His cousin was here-- Raeson. He was training under the Grand Necromancer as well, and the Great One seemed at times to prefer him to his own son, despite the fact that he gave his son his own name;
Faust.
The Grand Necromancer had been a prodigy in a long line of Rathma priests. The family of Faust had been one of the more prominent families in the necromancer art for many, many, many generations. However, the only one to make a specific appearance in the general history of the world was the Grand Necromancer, Faust MMIV, who defeated Diablo, Mephisto, and Baal on a grand quest with other warriors.
The young necromancer sighed softly, for he had been given the prestigious title of being the next Faust. Faust MMV became his name at age six, but that was only a title. Raeson was competing for his father's favor, in order to claim the title for his own.
The skeleton he had heard earlier came out of the view. It was quickly followed by a second, and then a third. Raeson was so proud of himself in that respect. A few months younger than Faust he was, and yet he already could summon two more skeletons than Raeson himself could. However, Raeson didn't have some of the skils Faust had mastered either...
Concentrating his will, Faust beckoned the assistance of Trang Oul, who quickly obliged. Focusing his natural magic abilities into a wand he had been holding, Faust sent four corporeal masses of pure magic at the minion, which shattered as it collided with the projectiles.
"I see you have improved..." Came the voice of his cousin. Soon the thin form of Raeson appeared, followed by two more skeletal assistants.
"Care to duel?"