Rena and Lia looked up frowning at an ancient tomb. Its entrance decrepit, stone cracked with overgrowth seeping in its nooks and crannies. Whilst old graves lay in ruin in all directions. Once large graveyard reduced to a place where only dead wander and sleep in peace. Often old memories by the dead and scary to the living. Both of them looked with a creeping concern at the stone door and its ancient written language. The carved words made no sense to them, but tracing their eyes over them, sent a shiver down their spines. It felt.. Intrusive to be here. Rena the swords woman turned away to look at dale, their wizard and scholar of mythic and ancient civilizations. He had knowledge in the field where as many others in the world weren't too keen on delving into ancients and their crimes. Granted he was like that, a wizard who loved books and forbidden arts. Not something many will walk the path of, its dangerous just reading those arts. Unfortunately wizards or mages really weren't
Lia shivered as her group stepped down the corridor into the tomb which descended with a staircase. Only after a few minutes did they reach the first floor. Only Lia jumped at the sheer amount of corpses. If any were to rise just a few would be a horror show. She quickly turned to run up the stairs. "Nope, i told you this is a bad idea!"BOOM*Lia's heart skipped a beat as her face paled, not even halfway up the stair case and she was faced with her groups consequences. The stone door to this tomb, it slammed shut.. They were stuck in here with many undead possibility of hundreds of undead even.Panicking she looked down at the worried faces of her companions. Of course its dark, but Dale had the bright idea to create a miniature sun for some torch effects.. No pun intended of course.."Dale was that supposed to happen?" She looked at the wizard quizzically, did he forget to mention it? She only felt more panic when his answer was a frown and a slow shake
[Lich system]Name: DuthLv[1][Stats]Hp: 10/10Mp:15/15SP: 0SM: 5Skills: fire missile[Lv.1], raise dead[Lv.1], Harvest[Lv.1]Passives: 25% Magic Resistance, Soul life vision, Mana Regen, Cold auraTabs: [store][craft][inv][upgrades][evolution][system upg]-lockedOh? So i am weak right now. Thats not a lot of health nor Mp, but i find this system a tad faulty. Maybe I need to upgrade the system? Hmm going to have to get back on that later.SP=Soul Points: [Soul points are used for crafting dead entities like dragons, and upgrading]SM=Soul Mass: [Soul Mass is the substance needed to raise the dead, set new bases, evolve and extend your power via just being there and upgrades to self. More uses are explained when system is ungraded]WHAT!Dragons?!Imagine! 10 story titans who are armored like mountains, can breath molten fire that can melt diamond and even use magic as if they were the incarn
After his death, Duth had only mourned as long as he could before seeing his cousin again. Still remembering the lich who broke her neck. Yet when you also die, mourning for life can quickly be forgotten. He saw his friends family and even pets again. The soul realm was certainly a hard one to explain. It didn't have landscape or cities, no it had what the soul wanted. What it was content with. You could call it your own little paradise that gave you actual satisfaction from your happiness. Span that into eternity and anyone may actually find themselves content with their new ever changing reality.He had no idea how long its been in the living world, as far as he could recall times in dimensions were different. Not that you can visit the soul realm with ease. Nor any realm for that matter. The energy required is to put in perspective.. insane, like planetary level. So how did the mortals access the soul realm and find ways to power their magics further?He unfortu
A deep crimson flame shot out crashing into the entrance for so many undead. Its flames expanded rapidly. Inhaling oxygen and producing an even more explosive yield. Almost reaching Dale and his companions with blast radius alone, not accounting for the devastating shock wave that follows.The party with both relief and disbelief watched the undead in hundreds be consumed as a tidal wave of hellish flame ran across them like water. Their many war cries of groans, moans and creaking of bones silenced in almost an instant. Dale was rather impressed himself at his level of control and a successful experimental spell. Its components weren't that normal. Mostly based off theory. Yet the shockwave shot them back. Only his last embers of mana saved them from being embedded into a stone wall. That said..He had used a silver of his will, finding it possible to do so, whilst using mana and a small ancient rune used long ago and it worked. Which makes him think his pet pro
Rena dreamt briefly, at first she had been peaceful. However moments only passed before something clawed at her from deep within. Twisting her dreams into nightmares of darkness, screams and the cold eyes of burning crimson blue fire.She snapped awake, cold sweat running down her brow and a deep shiver of fear that didn't settle for a second. She often had these omens, dreams of one day occurrences, it could happen anytime, but the more vivid it became, the less time she had until it happened.. This dream.. It was.. Too vivid.Huff* Huff* Huff*She inhaled and exhaled air like a gasping fish, was that a vision? If so.. Was there time short? How long had it been since she's had visions? A few years at least, Lia craned her head slightly. Taking no notice of Rena's distress.
Dale had been restrained and disarmed of the scroll, by none other than the Lich. Who gave it a once over before chuckling. "That's funny, but.. Nooo.." He hissed in raving whispers. The lich latched onto his arm with a twisted glee. "Fooood…"A bioluminescent green wisping flame spreads slowly across his forearm. Seeping joyfully into any cracks and creavess found. Dale struggled helplessly, to no avail. All his mana had been sapped when he used the scroll. All he needed was the last string of words. However he couldn't speak under the force of this monster, he still hoped. Not wanting to let go of life so easily, Dale still had much to live for, so much to learn and see, so experience, why should he die here? He won't hand his life to anyone, but the moment that wicked magic touched him. The will of mind and body almost broke in an instant.
Tap* Tap* Tap*Boney finger tapped the cracked stone upon the thrones armrest. Staring blatantly at his system and the numbers with a twinkling light dimly sparking in his fiery eyes.[Lich system]Name: DuthLv[1][Stats]Hp: 10/10 +30% bonusMp:15/15 +30% bonusSP: 6SM: 125Skills: Fire missile[Lv.1], Raise dead[Lv.1], Harvest[Lv.1]