text: You've been doing pretty well by yourself so far, so you decide to continue that trend. Still you do wonder what Mr. Demar's Dark Order is up to.
  
  During the night you head out of the city and into the nearby wilderness. After checking around, you're sure nobody else is around and you begin to cast your spell.
  
  Soon it happens. You've summoned several ghostly figures to your side. The strain to control them is much greater, but you manage. However you don't want to push your luck so after a few brief commands you dismiss them. You've satisfied your desires for awhile.
  
  Another month passes and you go about your life more or less. Soon classes will start again, but you have no idea what you're going to take. How can you? You're sitting on all this forbidden knowledge that you seem to be extremely good at while the "acceptable" magic is stuff you can't perform worth shit. Doesn't seem fair somehow. Still you're going to have to at least put up a front of normalcy if you're going to not arouse suspicion.
  
  You're convinced you were born in the wrong time period. You should've been alive during the time of the Great Lich Lord. Ah how exciting those times must've been!
  
  But as you soon find out, today's times can be just as exciting... 
  
  As the first week of classes start rolling around you finally decide on taking something easy and head towards the registrar offices as a late arrival. As soon as you step out of your apartment building, you hear screams, sounds of battle, explosions and general sounds of chaos.
  
  Portals are opening up all over the city and demons are pouring out of them! Amidst the bedlam you notice a few young wizards directing the demons. Demonologists. They have to be part of the Dark Order and this has to be some kind of plan of their to take over the city. You wished you'd joined up with them after all, but you think perhaps it might not be too late to get in on the action.
  
  You're about to do so, when you feel your whole body going in slow motion. Apparently you're not the only one, but it doesn't seem to be affecting the demons or Dark Order members. They must have someone also dabbling in temporal magic (A practically forgotten branch of magic which is also illegal, and obviously for good reason!)
  
  It would seem that The Dark Order certainly has their shit together as far as this attack is concerned.
  
  You're not going to be deterred, but you know you need to be cautious. You slink back into your apartment building and back into your room. Remembering your spirit summoning from last month, you decide to try it again. You need defenders and ghosts are probably going to serve you better for as long as this slow spell lasts.
  
  Once again you succeed and with your ghostly bodyguards you march outside a little more confident.
  
  You find that the city is one big killing zone. Demons are really running amok through the streets, a few of them attack you, but your ghost protect you. It would appear that they don't see you as an ally.
  
  Sensing the need for even more protection, you raise some of the many dead bodies that now litter the streets. A few of Nuro's mage guards attempt to stop you, but you easily defeat them and add them to your ranks. It's so easy for you. Soon you're commanding a small army and it's barely taking any effort from you at all.
  
  "HEY! Who the hell are you? You're not in the Dark Order!" a voice calls out to you, and you turn around to see another necromancer. He's rather non-descript looking and isn't controlling nearly as many dead as you are. No ghosts either.
  
  "I'm not. I'm what you call... independent I suppose."
  "Oh is that right eh? Well if you ain't with the Dark Order, you're against us!"
  
  You attempt to ask if you can come to some sort of arrangement, but he's not hearing it, he orders his horde to attack you.
  
  So much for making allies... 
  
  He and his troops are going to be faster, even if you do outnumber him, so you decide to do something else.
  
  You enforce your will upon his advancing horde, and with a little effort you're successful. They stop in their tracks, and then they turn around in his direction.
  
  "Hey! Stop that! You can't do that! You're supposed to listen to me!" he shouts totally losing his cool, not to mention his control.
  
  Instead of trying to regain it, he attempts to blast you with a bolt of negative energy, but at this point you're well protected by meat shield of corpses, who seem to be moving faster... 
  
  The slow spell! It's gone! Or at least it's not affecting you anymore. You smile wickedly at the enemy necromancer. Now you can show him real power! He doesn't get a few inches from his position before he's overwhelmed and killed by your forces.
  
  Besides the effects of the slow spell being gone, you also notice many of the demons jumping over the city walls, or otherwise leaving Nuro. You hear demonologists shouting at them to come back and once again you shake your head. It would appear that Mr. Demar and the Dark Order didn't have their shit as together as you thought.
  
  "Pah! This is what Mr. Demar had to work with? I guess I was lucky not to have hooked up with such fools!" you say to a nearby zombie who doesn't answer.
  
  You march through the city truly exercising your power for the first time, soon you come across two more necromancers attempting to destroy city hall where the last bastion of resistance resides in the city. An ugly man and a woman. Naturally it's the ugly guy who calls over to you.
  
  "Hey Irwin glad you... hey you're not Irwin! Who are you?"
  "I'm the guy who can probably save your ass from this fiasco you Dark Orderites call a take over."
  "Huh and I suppose YOU could've done a better job?" the woman sneers.
  "Better job than you're doing. Look at you, you lost your demonic support and you can't even take out the first citizen and his weak ass mage guards." You retort.
  "Hey Catalina stop fighting! We got enough problems!" he says to the woman before addressing you. "Look, my name's Sebastian and if you want to help out I'm not going to turn you away because you're right, we could use it! I'm sure Mr. Demar is having no problems taking care of the dean and the other professors, but I'm more concerned with Quayle!"
  "Who's that?"
  "He's the guy that was responsible for that slow spell you were probably feeling the effects of earlier. I don't what's gone wrong with the spell, but some demonologist came by here a minute ago saying that the whole east side of campus is fucked up. Like it's phasing in and out of existence or something. Someone needs to go check it out or stop it before we're all killed!"
  > leave the City
  You weren't impressed with these losers before and you're still not impressed with them now.
  
  "Yeah, well I got my own plans. Thanks for the heads up on the city though, guess I'll leave this shithole." You say.
  "Hey! Come on! Where do you think you're going to go? Staying here is your best shot at survival, we just gotta... "
  "Let him go Sebastian, we don't need the likes of him helping us!"
  
  With those last words ringing in your ears, you march out of the city with your undead horde ready to take on the world.
  
  Your first stop is some little town on the outskirts of the Brot Kingdom. You're merciless. You slaughter all those that oppose you, leaving none alive. Your army grows and you march on to other endeavors, but not really having any kind of plan other than mindless slaughter... 
  
  One month passes
  The Incident at Nuro has become well known knowledge and while the take over was a failure, much damage was done. A temporal disturbance in the heart of the city has made the entire area unstable as buildings phase in and out of existence. Mr. Demar and most of his Dark Order were killed though a few managed to escape and go into hiding. Demons have been running rampant through the countryside and seem to have taken an interest in the Kingdom of Tulan.
  
  You're a well known threat due to your actions in Brot Kingdom. Already mercenaries are on your trail. You have to keep to the rural parts of the countryside where you come in conflict with several barbaric Orc tribes. You of course add these to your army when you're done massacring them.
  
  One year passes
  The Kingdom of Tulan has finally put the sword to every last demon infesting the area. Most of the demonologist have been caught and hung for their crimes as well.
  
  You now have the Grand Alliance's attention and they hound you at every turn. You refuse to give up. They will know your full power, just like your Dad did when you utterly destroyed his mercenary company that attempted to stop you.
  
  How you laughed when he attempted to still grab his sword to strike you even though he had been separated from his lower half at the time. You put the old bastard out of his delusions when he gurgled to you that no good would come of your path. Hah! Like he knew what it's like to be a "good man."
  
  Still you always wondered what Mom thinks... but then you don't want to know what she thinks of you. A twinge of sadness strikes you, before you erase it entirely from your thoughts.
  
  You press on further north.
  
  Two more years pass
  Nuro has completely collapsed in on itself due to the temporal disturbance leaving nothing but a gaping hole there; a war breaks out in the nearby area.
  
  You suffer four attacks from the Grand Alliance and several attacks from various other forces. Your sister was leading the last Grand Alliance attack, and you barely escaped. You're the last "problem" from the Nuro Incident that needs to be eliminated.
  
  You're growing weaker from the lack of rest, and you turn to eating dead flesh to survive.
  
  Survival, that's all you care about now.
  
  Two more years pass
  You can hear them coming, you curse the fact that you left yourself no retreat. You're magically spent and exhausted. Fuck it.
  
  You walk towards your pursuers and prepare to die for your heinous crimes... 
  
  Such is often the fate of a necromancer.