The Death of a Foul Being

[Lance Thunnigan]

Dravian was raised on a farm an only child, with his parents. Dravian was born a halfling, though not many knew that. Often he went with his mother and father to tend to the vast gardens they had near their home. Dravian enjoyed it very much, as it made him happy.

A few years after, Dravian recieved a letter telling him his father, and mother were both killed in a raid by Orcs. Frustrated and angered he stayed alone for many years.

Upon passing his extremely torn and messed up home, a man appeared at Dravian's door. Frightened, he picked up some of his father's farming equipment in hopes of fending off the man, if needed.

The man kneeled down and handed Dravian some bread, a large grin sat upon his lips. Dravian cast the equipment away and took the bread greatfully, eating every piece until it had disappeared. When he was finished, the man whosped him away in a carriage made of red wood.

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When they had arrived at the man's home, Dravian asked him his name. With a friendly tone he said, "Sairn" and simply nodded to him. Dravian asked no more questions after that, figuring it was all he needed to know.

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One night while Sairn was sleeping, Dravian got up and crept out of bed, and headed down a long, narrow hallway to his library. This is where Dravian spent most of his nights, educating himself, and whatnot. Though one night he stumbled upon an old, black book. It was worn out and the leather cover was cracked and dry.

He opened the book and found himself staring at diagrams, and words he's never seen before. Later he found out what the book was, "The Art of Necromancy."

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Usually Sairn took long trips to town, to buy things from the local merchants and whatnot. Dravian would return to the study and practice everything the book had to teach. He became very skilled in the art, able to conjur ghosts and whatnot. Yet he yearned for more.

Dravian snuck out of the house of the man who so graciously took him in, and headed for the dock. upon arrival he was confornted by the captain of the ship, quickly he handed the man his copper and boarded the ship.

Dravian waited many days, and eventually landed on an isle theat he came to be known as Gobaith. Here there were many people, Dravian wasn't very social, so he stayed in the shadows for many years.

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One night, Dravian opened the Necromancer's book he'd found in the man's house. He performed a ritual, and the One and Three granted him immortality, with the sacrifice of his fleshy body. After that night, he gained strength beyond comprehension, he decided to singlehandedly take over the one town that the people treasured most, "Trollsbane."

Upon arriving, he called upon his hordes of undead to rise from the grave, as they did, the town panic'd in fear. No more than an hour had passed when Dravian had challenged the Captain, Revlen, to a fight for the town. Dravian put up a fight, almost casting the man down, then everything went black. He was struck with the power of an 'Agent.'

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About a year later, Dravian found himself lying near a dark pillar. When he awakened, he decided it was better to have allies, so he contacted the one now called, "The Lord of Pestillence and Plague." and became worthy to their cause.

After a long while of serving under this Lord, Dravian found himself face to face with the one man who could end it all for him, Stephen Rothman. Dravian had just stood there, allowing the man to cut him down, and his lifeforce slowly slipped out of him... His last words were only murmurs, but one may say they could hear prayers.