Teamwork

My name is Marth Jots. As I sit at the campfire in the Rouge Encampment, I see my Paladin brother talking with Gheed. I myself am a necromancer, "necrophilia" as some people call me. As my choice of class comes with ups and downs. My ups are, being a master of death; I can summon minions to my cause. Skeletons, mages, golems. This is all depends on my skills; I can only summon what my skills will let me. I do not control them, when they feel that they have enough power or experience from me killing monsters…one of my skills will increase. I cannot control what skill either. The only power I have over this is what type of necromancer I am. For myself, I choose to be a summoning. I could have been a curse "necro" or even a spell necro. For most people…I am evil, and that starts my downs… my downs are that I have to depend on my pure power to get through things alone because I will never have a team of my own…my brother on the other hand is a Paladin… the holiest man I know. He on the other hand many times will get a team. Mostly because they think of me betraying… He chose good and I chose evil… I really do not know what a paladin is like. Ever since I choose to become a necromancer my brother, Valen Jots by the name, will not talk to me or even come near me. The only thing we ever agreed on was to help to the rouges, apart from each other though.