Role

Chapter 2

Xerxus sought Amreton, a lich that lived in shadow, unknown to the rest of
Thera, he had been broken many centuries before. Lingering in the transient
ether of undead and the shadow plane Amreton had reached out to Xerxus in his
dreams. Impregnating him with the thought of creating an heir, the likes of
which none could have imagined. A giant of fire and ash, a student of
necromancy. The very thought of his child, his very own blood attaining such
power drove Xerxus to betray all he had accomplished during his brutal rule.

Several days would pass, Xerxus was hopelessly lost within the dark quagmire
of rotting vegetation. His massive iron clad boots sunk deeper and deeper
into the muck. Finally his burning muscles gave out, collapsing into the
surface of darkness he felt himself unable to resist the pull into what he
knew would be his grave.

cold unholy laughter filled his ears, with but a single eye not submerged
he saw Amreton levitating beside him. "You have served your purpose Xersus,
within these crudely fashioned blades dwell the energies I require to return
to my former self." The lich stated hastily. "As I have promised you, I will
teach your child the dark arts of Necromancy and Vivisection." In a nearly
amused and mocking tone he continued, "You must have thought you would
witness such events, to swell with pride at what no other of your kind has
managed. Sadly, you will not. This is my experiment, you have simply provided
me the flesh that I shall mold."

Struggling against his own armors that would seal his fate Xerxus felt his
lungs fill with the brackish water, the last thing he heard was the laughter
of Amreton. His last thoughts were of his child Groakus and his only regret,
what had he committed his only heir to?