The Village and the Necromancer

In a somber and hushed tone, Soot shared the harrowing tale of his village’s tragic fate—a tale etched in the darkest annals of his memories. The peaceful hamlet he had called home had fallen victim to the malevolent machinations of a maleficent necromancer, an unholy terror who had unleashed the forces of darkness upon the unsuspecting village.

The nefarious assault had overwhelmed their once-tranquil haven, plunging it into a nightmarish abyss of death and decay. The relentless tide of undead minions, under the sinister command of the necromancer, had swept through the village like a tide of despair, leaving devastation and despair in its wake. In the wake of the gruesome assault, Soot had been left as the sole survivor of a once-thriving community, the echoes of his cries for salvation lost in the chilling winds that now whispered through the desolation.

The tragedy extended beyond the loss of his village, for within its hallowed bounds, Soot had also suffered the irreplaceable loss of his trusted companions and the love of his life, Klept. Their fates had become inexorably intertwined with the darkness that had befallen the village, and as the sole survivor, Soot bore the weight of their collective memory, haunted by the specter of what had been stolen from him—a life of peace, love, and cherished camaraderie forever shattered by the malevolent forces that had plunged his world into eternal night.