Chapter 1 – Welcome to Undeath

Rockius used to be a warrior. He never really had a cause or a country to fight for. He just fought off random elves in the woods and lizards in the swamp. One day as he was walking through the hills he saw a giant battle outside of Athens gates. He saw numerous centaurs, satyrs and other vile beasts attack the humans. He was confused. He was even more confused to see Spartan King Leonidas fighting on the side of the Athens. He thought he was going out of his mind. However after a few seconds of a reality check he decided to believe his eyes and ears. He stormed into the thick of the battle just to get some kicks out of the fighting. However the kicks he received were not the ones he wanted. He got whacked by a mace from one of the Athenian guards, then stampled over by two centaurs and finally had a dead boarman fall on him. That ended Rockius’ nomadic existence.

He was now in Hades, more precisely walking around the Dreaded Halls not far from the Salt Flats of Erebus. He was confused to have retained his bones, but not his soul. With him were many others in the same situation. They were called Shadow skeletons. Very few of those knew dark magic and were Liches.

Rockius was quite angry when he realised that his bristlebash stayed back on the Athenian battleground and now he only had a crappy mentor’s mace of spirit with him.

- “Why are we not like other shades?” Rockius asked one of his fellow skeletons by the name of Slackeros.

- “I don’t know.” Slackeros replied.

- “Well there must be an explanation.”

- “There isn’t one.”

- “How long have you been here?”

- “Too long to remember.”

- “Well you’re boring.”

Rockius then walked up to another one of the skeletons. The skeleton’s name was Nicholus.

- “Hey. What is the meaning of this?” Rockius asked.

- “The meaning of what?” Nicholus asked.

- “Why are we not shades? Why are we the undead?”

- “I don’t know.”

- “You don’t know either?”

- “You ask too many questions.”

- “Because I want to know.”

- “Ask the one in charge. His name is Xenokrates.”

- “Thanks. I am definitely going to complain.”