text: re vengeance. Why did you join the Grand Necromancer?"
  
  "Her dad killed my brother and kidnapped me."
  
  "Oh... alright then."
  
  "Yeah, I know. I almost murdered her when I met her."
  
  "You're... you're a weird man, Dagden Dragontooth."
  
  "I'm a weird Orc. When Orcs are invaded, we die fighting."
  
  You continue conversing with Lord Clancy and the other Lords and Ladies. Finally, Blaise finishes up and walks up to you.
  
  "OK, we're finished here. Let's head home," Blaise says.
  
  "Good."
  
  "We have a lot of planning to do," Blaise smiles.
  
  > head back to Reaper Castle
  You ride on the skeletal horse slowly, heading back to Reaper Castle. Mr Nilvos, Soren/Malign, Sir Trent, Kai and Blaise ride alongside you.
  
  "So Malign, do you want to go for a drink later?" Mr Nilvos asks.
  
  "Stop talking to the demon. I will not let it gain control," Soren says.
  
  "Go fuck yourself, Paladin. Why don't you go worship your God?"
  
  "The True Power will burn you to ash, heretic. Muahaha! The True Power is a pathetic fool. Fuck, get outta my head, demon!"
  
  You continue riding wordlessly, listening to Soren and Malign fight for control.
  
  > The Next Day...
  You stand in the newly made War Room of Reaper Castle. A massive wooden table stands in front of you, with a large map stretched across it.
  
  "We've gained control of this small area," Blaise says, tapping on the center of the once great Dead Empire. But we need more support. There's several candidates: The Giant Tribes that remain in the small range of mountains just to the North, the remaining Vampire Lords and finally more of the former land Dad once controlled."
  
  "We're not going to ally with the Vampire Lords. They betrayed the Grand Necromancer," Sir Trent says.
  
  "Damn right," Blaise says. "We'll go up to the mountains and wipe out the Giant Tribes and raise 'em back up again. Sir Trent, how trusted are you among my father's vassals?"
  
  "Better than kill on sight, worse than welcoming."
  
  "I need you to head out to them with the Revenants and bring them under the command of the empire. I know you're able to."
  
  "I'll probably be strung up, but I'll do it Lady Blaise."
  
  "Good. I'll... prepare a war party."
  
  "Prepare a war party?" you ask.
  
  "I have some undead to raise and a special... surprise to build."
  
  You raise an eyebrow, and Blaise smiles.
  
  "Just go get your stuff ready," she smiles.
  
  > Three Days Later...
  You sit in a small carriage driven by undead with Kai, Mr Nilvos and Soren/Malign. Blaise sits in the shotgun seat of the carriage, next to the driver.
  
  "How long?" Kai shouts.
  
  "Twenty minutes," a raspy voice carries back.
  
  "Fuck, this is getting boring. I wonder what the giants'll be like."
  
  "Dull and stupid, but big as fuck," Mr Nilvos says.
  
  There's a brief few minutes of silence.
  
  "So, I'll ask: Are you and Blaise fucking?" Mr Nilvos asks you.
  
  "No. We're not even dating," you say.
  
  "Oh, you poor, miserable bastard. You're a virgin, then? Fuck, imagine all that pent-up, angry hormonal Orc rage." Kai laughs. "Hell, I lost my virginity when I was thirteen. A pretty young piece of ass named James. I had dated his sister, but she was frigid as fuck, so I moved onto him. Ah, childhood. What about you, Nilvos?"
  
  "Sixteen. I was betrothed to a local princess who was uglier than a horse and a prude. I already knew quite a bit about demons, so I summoned a Succubus for a bit of love-making. Thankfully, through luck and meticulous planning, nothing went wrong. Soren? Or Malign? Whoever the fuck's there."
  
  "I'm not talking about my private life with a fag and a demon-fucker. You're both cursed monsters who will be judged by the True Power. I never bothered to. You have to possess someone, and then find someone to fuck, and then actually do it... too much work."
  
  "Go fuck yourself, Paladin. Your God's a prick, and Malign will eat him" Mr Nilvos says.
  
  "Hehe! I'd enjoy that. You'll both be punished for your heresy."
  
  > Support Soren
  "I mean, we've all done a lot of fucked up shit, but really? With a demon? With a dude? There's a natural order to this kind of stuff. Reproduction and all that."
  
  "Well said!" Soren says.
  
  "Prick," Kai mumbles.
  
  "We're nearly here! Get ready for war!" a raspy voice calls out from the driver's seat.
  
  You stand up, climbing out of the carriage. You draw your long sword, looking up at the tribal village of the Giants up at the peak of the mountain.
  
  "What's the objective, Grand Necromancer?" you shout.
  
  "Captain the village, kill anyone that resists."
  
  As the carriage begins growing closer and closer to the tribal village. Kai drops his machete into the carriage as he climbs out, clinging to the side.
  
  "If I try to eat anyone here, my bad. But you know, Werewolf and such."
  
  "Trust me. You guys won't need to do shit here. Not with Primus around."
  
  Primus growls from behind the carriage, and you look around. The undead war party is made up of around eighty undead, led by Carter Deatheater, who sits aboard a rotting stallion. There's a small pack of a dozen undead dogs that draw your attention, but Primus is the main feature, a massive Flesh Monstrosity. The creature is made of several corpses, like a monster from a child's nightmares. It's skin is a dark green, patched together from various dead Orcs. Coils of muscle give the creature two massive hands, one with a large claw made from sharpened bones. It's face is covered with four eyes and a massive mouth filled with sharpened teeth. It stands three times large than a normal human, which would be slightly taller than a giant, and holds a huge metal sword.
  
  "Did you have to make it an Orc, Blaise?"
  
  "I thought you'd like it."
  
  "It's creepy as fuck, Blaise."
  
  "Well, I think Primus is cute."
  
  "Does it have a...?"
  
  "No, Dagden. I did not give my Flesh Monstrosity a penis," Blaise says, rolling her eyes.
  
  You hear yells and calls to arms from the giants up at the town, and see as a few begin to emerge. The Giants are large, but unarmored, so this fight will be hard, but not impossible. You hear roars from the Giants as they line up, holding massive clubs and spears made from trees.
  
  "Giants! Surrender, or be destroyed."
  
  "Fuck off!" one of the giant roars.
  
  "I thought you said they don't speak!" Blaise says in surprise. "I was just asking because it's tradition, I didn't expect an actual answer!"
  
  "I never said that, I said they were stupid," Mr Nilvos says.
  
  "Stupid things don't speak!"
  
  "Yet you don't shut up!" Mr Nilvos shouts.
  
  Well, it's clear that while these two bicker, the Giants are forming basic attack formations. You need to do something quickly.
  
  > Attempt to negotiate
  "Listen! Nobody needs to die here! What's your names? Do you... have names?"
  
  "Flud," the tallest one yells.
  
  "Is that a name...? Alright, then. We're here to offer you a trade. Do you understand?"
  
  "Fuck you!" Flud roars.
  
  "OK, I don't know if that's a response, or you don't understand."
  
  "I understand you, fucker! Leave now!"
  
  "OK, we're making progress. Now, I'll make this clear. You surrender, or I burn this place to the ground and salt the ground."
  
  "We don't surrender! We are strong without allies! Fuck you!"
  
  You roll your eyes in frustration.
  
  "If you tell me to 'Fuck off' again, I'll..."
  
  "Fuck off!"
  
  "I swear to fuck, you massive sacks of mountain dwelling sacks of shit. I swear by Gorgok's blade that if you piss me off, those in hell will pity those in that village up there. I will do such horrific acts to your people that Demons would turn away in disgust. I will fucking level this town, and then level this mountain. Your people's last whimper will be as the foot soldiers of those who destroyed you."
  
  There's a moment for silence as the Giants and your allies alike stare at you. Finally, the Giant nods.
  
  "Who are you?" Flud asks.
  
  "I am Dagden Dragontooth, General under the Dead Empire, Bearsbane, Red Blade, Survivor of the Fall of Reaper Castle, Blood Mage and Envoy of the Grand Necromancer. I am here to conquer this place, whether it be the town or the bloodstained ashes of it."
  
  "You... may come inside," Flud says quietly.
  
  You grin, and begin walking with Blaise and the other advisors towards the village.
  
  "Fuck... that was awesome. Did you have that learned off, or...?" Blaise asks.
  
  "Orcs are good at bragging."
  
  "Were you seriously willing to charge up at those massive bastards?"
  
  "Orcs don't make threats or brags we can't follow up on."
  
  You walk up to the massive giants, who look down at you. The Giants step back nervously, making you smile. You look around, seeing the massive tents made from goat fur, as well as a few standing buildings made from logs, clay and cobblestone. The largest building; a large, clay dome building, stands in the center. You walk in, the door frame towering above you, and find yourself in a mostly empty room with a fireplace in the middle. Flud and several other giant sit cross-legged on one end of the fireplace, and you, Blaise the other advisors sit on the other.
  
  "I was promised blood," Kai moans quietly. "I want flesh and blood, not chatting like crones by a fireplace."
  
  "Shut up, Werewolf. You'll blow our chances during the negotiations. The giants are an interesting people. I'm curious to see how this goes." Soren/Malign say.
  
  "So... I'm the Grand Necromancer. You're Flud, yes?"
  
  "Yeah, Flud."
  
  "We've come to you to make an Alliance."
  
  "OK. You give us privacy. What do you want?"
  
  "Corpses. The corpses of your dead and humanoids you kill..."
  
  "No. Corpses of ancestors are to be honored."
  
  Fuckin' Giants. This thing is getting derailed.
  
  > be honest
  "We need to raise the corpses of your ancestors to fight for the Grand Necromancer's Dead Empire. We'll use them to protect your villages and trade routes..."
  
  "No!" the Giant roars, standing. "Fuck you! Leave now!"
  
  "Huh, for fuck's sake," you mumble, standing and drawing your blade. "What did I say about using those words?"
  
  The Giant raises his club, and you dive forward, stabbing upwards. Your blade goes through the ribs of the giant, killing him instantly as your blade enters your heart. You pull your blade out, stabbing another through the stomach and slashing his throat, your blade barely reaching it. Your allies charge into battle, Kai beheading one and Soren/Malign stabbing one through the hear.
  
  "Come on! Let's wage war!" Kai shouts, beginning his transformation. You hear the sounds of battle outside.
  
  > charge out of the building
  You charge forward, swinging your blade. Steel bites bone, and a massive arm falls in front of you. You jab your blade through the thigh of another giant, and he groans in pain. You pull out your blade and hack open his stomach. You turn to fight the next enemy, but the undead are doing your work. Giants are brutally speared by various undead spearmen, while Primus is quickly making a rising pile of giant corpses. After about five minutes, the last giant collapses with a heavy thud. You wipe blood from your face, sitting down on a rock. You watch as Blaise begins to rise the giants, the new undead monstrosities looking fearsome.
  
  "Fuck. Impressive, aren't they?" you say.
  
  Kai lies on the ground next to you, surrounded by blood, guts and his wolf hair.
  
  "Fuck, I don't care. I'm tired." he says, curling up.
  
  "They're pretty badass. I'm glad we have an army."
  
  "You're not usually in control so much, Malign."
  
  "Battle awakens me. I am war. I am bloodshed. I am death. I am Malign."
  
  "Did you have that line memorized?"
  
  "No. Did you like it? Maybe I'll... Ah, fuck... Praise the True Power, for he is mighty. Praise the True Power, for he is mighty."
  
  "Hey, Soren."
  
  "Did we win?"
  
  "Yeah, we did," you say, looking up at the panting Orc-Elf.
  
  The final Giant stands with a roar, a fearsome sight.
  
  "Fuck, that's terrifying," you admit. "There's going to be a lot more dead enemies soon enough."
  
  > Four Weeks Later...
  Fair Flesh stands above you, walking back and forth as you pace in front of him. You swing your sword, which Fair Flesh blocks. He swings a fist, knocking you back to the ground with a thud.
  
  "Three," it says slowly, in a rumbling, deep voice.
  
  The Flesh Monstrosity stands above you, and you look up at it. Its skin is pale and leathery, one of its arms is a massive bone swords extending from its elbow and it's long blond hair is blood-stained and wrapped around its body. Despite it's fearsome appearance, a friendly personality lies beneath.
  
  "I'm sick of fencing," you say.
  
  "Good. You're bad."
  
  "Fuck you, Fair Flesh," you say, smiling.
  
  "Dag! Come here!"
  
  You turn, to see Blaise standing at the edge of the training ground. You pat Fair Flesh on the shoulder, and run over to her.
  
  "Yes?"
  
  "Walk with me for a while."
  
  You shrug, and follow her as she turns and begins walking.
  
  "I've... had an interesting idea."
  
  "Is it about the Scouts?" you ask.
  
  Alliance Scouts have began appearing in the slowly forming Dead Empire, trying to ascertain whether the new Grand Necromancer is rumor or reality. Still, it's too late to unite the Alliance under a common foe. Battles have broken out between Man and Elves, Man and Dwarves and Orcs and everyone who has paying enemies. This takes a lot of attention away from your activity, but the scouts persist to some annoying degree.
  
  "No. It's about dragons."
  
  "OK, you've caught my attention. What's the story, then?"
  
  "I've risen humans, dwarves, orcs, elves, dogs, rats, horses, Giants,made Flesh Monstrosities, Wights and risen Revenants. I was reading it, and with enough power, a Necromancer can raise any being, including dragons."
  
  "You want to have a zombie dragon?"
  
  "More than anything. I've already found the perfect candidate: Magna Gene Draco, or the Mother of Dragons."
  
  You raise an eyebrow, briefly knowing the name.
  
  "A famous, powerful dragon that was known throughout legend. It's body is located up North, in Dragon Valley."
  
  "Dragon Valley? How many dragons are there to get it that name?"
  
  "None. Or at least, very few."
  
  "What the fuck's there, then?"
  
  "No one, I think. Perhaps some rogue Mages."
  
  "Fine. What's the plan?"
  
  "You get me in there, I raise a dragon. We fly out on dragon-back, I have the greatest day of my life."
  
  "Cool."
  
  "We depart tomorrow with a small war party."
  
  "Good," you nod.
  
  > One Week Later...
  You stand at the edge of the valley, looking down at the clear signs of hundreds of years of magical war. Burn marks, slowly melting ice, fires, patches of overgrowth, blood stains, lifeless earth and numerous corpses. A large group of twenty undead warriors stand behind you, including two Revenants and two massive Flesh Monstrosities, Crab and Goyle. One of them is a massive creature with a thick "shell" of bone plates and massive pincers made from numerous bones. Goyle seems to be an especially large creature made from dead giants.
  
  "Why are there so many mages here? Is it all for the Dragon?"
  
  "Of course not. This valley is a source of immense magical power that drew in the dragon here as its final resting place. This place was the site of the Awakening of Aa, where an ancient human supposedly first used magic, the site of the first College of Mages, the site of the Great Demon Invasion, and the site of the great battle where Dagden and Blaise came and kicked some magic asses. Still, I doubt there's even many mages nearby."
  
  You draw your sword, and begin to walk down the valley. Destroyed remnants of buildings surround you, with the signs of battle. It's only a few minutes before you come across your first enemies: Three Storm Mages and a Storm Elemental. The Storm Mages wear grey cloaks embroidered with golden thread meant to represent lightning. The Storm Mage is a large humanoid being made of dark grey clouds that crackle around its body as lightning runs across its body. You cut your finger, and let the blood drip onto your bloodstone. Your undead warriors charge forward, and a fight emerges. You charge forward, ducking under a bolt of lightning, before headbutting a Storm Mage. You knee him in the stomach, and he falls back to the ground, flailing helplessly. You raise your sword and quickly run it through him. You withdraw your sword, before you're blasted with a shot of electricity.
  
  > Zap!
  You roar in pain as your body shudders and your hair stands. You jab your sword through the neck of the Storm Elemental, before swinging at its head. You jab your sword through the lower body of the Storm Elemental, before you jump back to avoid another shot of lightning.
  
  "Why isn't it dying?!?" you shout.
  
  "You're definitely hurting it... I think," Blaise says.
  
  You dodge a shot of lighting, and Goyle stomps the Storm Elemental under his foot, crushing the Elemental as it condenses into a puddle off water.
  
  "Well, that was easy," Blaise says. "You're hairs standing up, Dag."
  
  "I'm in serious pain," you grunt in response.
  
  You continue leading the undead war party along the valley, carefully looking for the Mother of Dragons. You raise your sword, before you hear screams. You speed up, breaking into a jog. Further down the valley, you spot a large group of at least forty Kingdom of Man soldiers. Kneeling in front of them, their hands tied behind their back, are a dozen mages in various colored robes. Standing at the head of the soldiers in a tall, blond man wearing steel armor with a pure white cloak. You wave at your undead allies to pull back, and slowly crawl ahead to see what's happening.
  
  "I am Sir Graves. I'm hear under by order of King Alexander to find and destroy the corpse of the legendary creature Magna Gene Draco. Where is it?" the Knight says to the purple cloaked Mage.
  
  "Go fuck yourself."
  
  The Knight rolls his eyes.
  
  "Fine, let's play it that way. I, Paladin Graves, find you, Don the Diviner, guilty of unlicensed practice of Magic, Withholding information from the Kingdom of Man, Murder and Theft, and I sentence you to death."
  
  He swings his sword, beheading the Mage. He turns to the next one, a green robed mage.
  
  "You're Arnold Cretchly, yes?"
  
  "Yes," the green robed mage says.
  
  "I'll ask you this but once? Where is the Mother of Dragons?"
  
  "I don't know. I'm new here, I don't know. I just arrived today."
  
  "So be it.
  
  I, Paladin Graves, find you, Arnold Cretchly, guilty of unlicensed practice of Magic and Withholding information from the Kingdom of Man, and I sentence you to death."
  
  He swings his sword, beheading the Mage. He turns to the next one, a red robed mage.
  
  "I'll fuck your mother! I'll rape your kids, you no good...!"
  
  "Well, you'll be of no help. I, Paladin Graves, find you, Hetch the Infernal, guilty of unlicensed practice of Magic, Withholding information from the Kingdom of Man, Murder, Communication and Summoning of Demons, Murder, Rape and Torture, and I sentence you to death."
  
  He swings his sword, beheading the Mage. At the rate this Knight is going through Mages, you need to move soon. You can try attack the soldiers and the Knight, or try use stealth to sneak around and find any evidence of the dragon bones.
  
  > Sneak
  You drop low, and begin looking around. You spot several bed rolls where the Mages were no doubt sleeping. You spot a small stack of books there, including a few sheets of paper. One of them is probably a map, or a journal entry about seeing the Mother of Dragons somewhere. At least, you hope so. You drop to your stomach and begin to drag yourself along the ground. You pull your body along the rocks, and get within arm's reach of the campfire. You grab the first piece of paper; Blank. Fuck. You grab another, and then another, finding each one blank or useless. One has song lyrics for fuck's sake. You flick through the books, finding them useful.
  
  "Fuck!" you groan, finding the last one blank.
  
  "I hear something!" one of the soldiers shouts.
  
  You bite your tongue hard enough to draw blood to prevent yourself from letting out a much louder swear. A javelin flies through the air, embedding itself in your chest. You let out a roar in pain, as you see the knight charging over, much more quickly than you would expect with his heavy armor. You rip out the javelin and fling it at him, but you knock it out of the way.
  
  "A Greenskin Mage! An amusing sight. I'll make your death swift," he says.
  
  He swings his blade with tremendous speed. You raise your sword, slower than usual because of the javelin wound. You barely block the strike, but he quickly follows with a jab to your stomach. You drop to your knees with a grunt.
  
  "Good block." the knight says.
  
  You notice a large red bottle of Healing Potion on the Knight's belt. If you grab it, you might be able to chug it down quickly enough to heal the wound and fight some more. Then again, that's unlikely. What you do see as a more... efficient option is the massive red and black bottle of what you recognize as Hellfire on the other side of his belt. You could easily smash that open and take the Knight out with you.
  
  > grab and drink the Health Potion
  You grab at the Health potion, and the Knight notices. He grabs your wrist, and swings his blade. You feel an incredible pain as the first blow hits. You don't even feel the second behead you.
  
  > Death
  Eternal Sleep
  
  Your life force is taken from you as you enter the endless sleep of death.