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The Necropolis of Mavis Delasano The Destroyer of Val’Thalmas


The fabled Arch Lich (http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Xharnia/MavisDelasano.jpg) of Deatharon sat upon his ebony throne and with magically glowing eyes watched his young apprentice invoking one of the most time honored arts of necromancy. He was about to awaken the dead and have them rise as undead skeletons and zombies. This was the hallmark of any necromancer and as such had to be observed by the master necromancer to protect the young student from any mishaps like the awakened dead trying to eat their awakener…



Sarin (http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Xharnia/Sarin.jpg) was casting his spell and invoking the dark powers of necromancy to awaken the corpse on the floor. It was time to prove that these ten years of study had not been wasted effort on his master’s part. The young Necromancer cried out the words of power and using a very commanding voice called, upon the dark energies to flow into the body of the dead cadaver.


The dark crackling energy swished and swirled around Sarin’s arms and he felt it’s embrace as it wanted to draw out his life force but his will was focused as and the black energy was cast into the body on the floor. The body was motionless for a few moments and then it began to slowly rise. The creature was a zombie and it looked upon Sarin with a hungry look.

The dead creature began to move forward and it raised it’s rotting arms towards the young necromancer. Sarin in a moment of fear jumped back and his control over the creature was immediately lost…


The zombie lurched forward with a hungry moan and tried to unhinge it’s jaws to bite the now pinned necromancer. Sarin was crying out in fear and tried to invoke more words of power to save himself. It was a futile effort because he did not have a clear mind to do it. The zombie continued to lower it’s head to get a good position to bite down on the necromancer’s exposed throat…

Mavis in a moment of concern decided to act, He raised his staff and invoked a higher level spell upon the weak undead creature. It was a spell that could be dangerous to even intelligent undead but the need was necessary to save his cowering charge.

The Staff of Epic Necromancy immediately released a wave of positive energy which formed a magical circle around the pinned Necromancer and the hungry zombie. The circle’s life energy forced out the negative power that animated it and the zombie fell to the ground as a corpse on top of Mavis’s frightened apprentice.

Sarin in a few moments gained his composure and threw the body off his chest and got off from the floor. He noticed his master was staring at him with an almost death like glare. Sarin lowered his head in shame and said, “I managed to awaken the corpse Master…”


In an instant later, Sarin was on the floor screaming in agony as Mavis muttered a spell to invoke pain. The archaic words were ringing in his ears as Sarin cowered in pain as his master continued his punishment for this epic failure…..


Sarin after a few minutes was coughing blood on the floor. Mavis looked upon this failure and said, “You seem to lack the courage to muster the power of life and death. I think a suitable punishment for you would be to die here and become a snack for my thralls.”

The old Lich moved to the side and several zombies and skeletons entered the central chamber. They were brandishing old weapons of fallen soldiers and adventures that had foolishly wandered into Mavis’s tomb.

These were Mavis’s private army keeping out intruders and interlopers seeking treasure from the old necropolises that were located in the eastern lands of the Imperium.


Sarin glared an in a moment of rage attacked his Master with a spell meant to fight the undead..


Sarin invoked the power of necromancy to unleash part of his life force to strike down his diabolical master. The spell was not a high level one and it merely bounced off the magical cloak that protected Mavis from spells from rival wizards. The spell was sent back at Sarin increased by the cloak’s magical defenses and it, healed Sarin as opposed to destroying him. The positive energy was the polar opposite of the negative energy that animated the dead. It had the opposite effect on the undead and vice a versa for the living.


This weird stroke of luck gave Sarin enough strength to make a run for it as the forces of the undead marched after him. Mavis smiled as his apprentice took off towards the entrance of the Necropolis and said, “Good Luck, You have learned all you can from me…”



Sarin would never hear these words of compassion from his dark master….

Sarin was running with all his energy down the dark corridor that lead to the entrance of the Necropolis. The sounds of cackling bones and moaning zombies followed like a constant companion along the trek from the central chamber to the only immediate exit.


Sarin looked over his shoulder and noticed an arrow coming at him as a skeleton archer fired a well placed shot into Sarin’s left shoulder leaving a bloody arrow head to protrude out in front of Sarin’s face..


Sarin turned around and concentrating started to use a series of commanding words and archaic mutterings, The words of power echoed throughout the chamber and Sarin smiled when his spell was showing to work as a magical barrier surrounded him.

The undead (http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c309/Xharnia/UndeadWarrior.jpg)by now had caught up to the upstart human and were trying to kill him with their rusty weapons. The Necromancer sneered no longer afraid and unleashed his wraith upon the undead creatures. He called out a series of commanding words and began to forming a swirling motion with his hands.


The spell was mixing with his bloody wound which seemed to invigorate the undead creatures as they futilely struck at the barrier that kept the necromancer from the hungry undead creatures. Sarin eventually formed an orb of mystical energy and cast it at the offending archer that had wounded him before.

The mindless creature merely watch the multicolored orb, as it came at it at a top speed. It did not even try to duck as the orb struck the skeleton in the chest and the animated bones shattered upon the impact of the magical force.

Sarin smiled and continued his magical assault which was greatly exhausting him..



A few minutes later….


Sarin exited/stumbled out of the Necropolis and into the burning desert of the East. Sarin smiled a victorious smile as he had defeated the forces that had come after him and made it out of the legendary tomb of Mavis alive!


Sarin’s victory was short lived, as he fell to the soft sand after only making ten more steps from the dark entrance of the Necropolis. It was about midday right now and at the entrance more undead creatures were lurking and waiting for the sun to set. The bane of the undead’s existence, and right now it protected Sarin but he was wounded and bleeding in a desert near a legendary undead tomb.


Sarin started to slowly crawl in the sand in the blistering heat praying to his goddess to protect him. It did not seem likely considering his terrible condition and even the vultures seemed to look upon the wounded necromancer like a tasty snack.


Sarin dressed in his black necromancer armor cried out for help and prayed for someone to be around to hear him, before the creatures of darkness managed to silence him forever….

Sarin cried out a curse to the goddess, “Minax be damned! If I am to survive, I must rely on my own power!”

Sarin focused his weakened mind and body and continued to advance through the soft sand which was now gaining a bloody trail from the superficial cuts and arrow wound that marked the Necromancer’s body. Sarin continued to crawl gaining several yards in the blistering heat of the burning sand.

Sarin could hear the cackling of the skeletons as they watched his helpless form slowly advance away from them, and some even tried to take pot shots at him with their arrows. Sarin watched as these arrows flew around him and prayed that the skeletons were not accurate with their short bows.

It was with a stroke of luck that only a single arrow managed to strike his foot and Sarin cried out in pain making even more noise and leaving more blood on the hot sand. Sarin continued his slow progression noticing a scorpion nearby, Sarin used his gauntlet fist to smash the potential threat into the sand forcing the creature to splat into a gooey like substance.


Sarin sneered and continued his dangerous trek across the sand, It was about now that his luck seemed to run out as he passed out in the sand. He laboriously continued took his breath as the blood loss and lack of physical strength begin to take it’s toll and the Necromancer knew only darkness…..



It seemed that Sarin’s fate was sealed as he lay on the ground, with no hope of rescue. The undead minions of Mavis continued to wait for darkness to fall to feast on his fallen body. It was a fate not meant to be, for Sarin would survive but he would not like the circumstances that saved him…



A local trade caravan had appeared over the nearby dunes and they noticed the dark figure on the ground. The caravan was lead by Deatharoni slavers and they sold one commodity to the undead overlords of the Imperium.


The slavers were more than happy to pick up the fallen necromancer from the ground, and tend to his wounds. It was the least they could do before turning him into a stone statue, and kidnapping him and then, send him to the city of Black Gate for the local slave trading auction…


Sarin was luckily passed out during this part of the ordeal and did not remember the part of being turned to stone, and becoming a slave….