Okay, still sick, so we’re keeping it short tonight. I’m feeling much better though, and hope I’ll be able to put more thought and effort into tomorrow’s post. As is, I wrote this little character introduction. I think it’s fun.
It’s sort of like you would imagine it: dark, damp, a chorus of the damned screaming for mercy. And here I was in the middle of it, at a job interview. The necromancer needed a bodyguard or something. You know the sort of job, a big zombie to stand between him and whatever band of adventurers happened into his lair. Really, I just needed the experience, so I didn’t actually read the fine print. I think that’s how the misunderstanding got started.
Anyway, it was your standard interview: we were asked to choose a weapon and then sent into a battle royal of sorts. There were only five of us, which I thought was strange. The pay was good, and any job that takes you above ground is considered something of the cream of the crop to us in limbo. But not this job. Nobody but nobodies were in the arena.
I crushed them. That’s not really something to boast about. Seriously, my biggest competitor was an asthmatic skeleton with a peg leg. So, there I was thinking that the job was mine, that I might have some free time to haunt something for myself between shifts, that if I played my cards right the necromancer might let me go full time. Everything was looking great.
Then I figured out what the job was.
Tale Told 