text: [Themes: grimdark fantasy, serious, fantasy, grimdark]
  
  You might be a competent necromancer, but you're leery about messing around with time. You better help Mr. Demar so he can better deal with the possible Quayle situation.
  
  You head towards campus where various explosions are taking place, it doesn't take long before you encounter Sebastian lying on the ground. You guess he attempted to help Mr. Demar and got killed for his troubles.
  
  "Damn, sorry about that." You say and then raise him to join your horde and hope Catalina is doing a better job with Quayle.
  
  You enter the administration building. Smoke, fire and body parts look all around. In the distance you hear shouting followed by magic blasts.
  
  "Ha ha! You're weak old man and I'm taking over this shit!"
  
  You order your undead horde to run ahead of you as you approach the sounds of battle. You turn the corner just in time for Trelik run into you, he's definitely caught off guard.
  
  "YOU! You little sycophant come to help teacher eh, well it won't..."
  
  You don't listen to his melodramatic speeches, you tell your horde to kill him and they do so easily given that he's heavily outnumbered and can't cast a spell quick enough. Mr. Demar arrives just in time to see the aftermath.
  
  "Damn, I was hoping to kill him myself. No matter, what's done is done now. Our enemies here are defeated. Most of the high ranking professors have been killed, I'm just looking for that cowering Dean. Have you secured the city?"
  "Yeah, I personally stormed city hall and slew the first citizen and all of his mage guards."
  "Ha ha! I knew you had potential!" Mr. Demar laughs and pats you on the shoulder.
  "Mr. Demar I think you should know something. Quayle's spell is becoming erratic, someone said buildings are starting to phase in and out of existence. I think Jasmine's over there, but I don't think she'll be able to handle what's going on."
  "Dammit, I'd hoped that Quayle was stable enough to...aaargh! Nevermind, I'll have to take care of this, because if his actions go completely wrong we're all dead. Since you seem to be good at killing high officials, you take care of the dean."
  
  Mr. Demar takes his leave towards the eastside of campus, leaving you to take out the dean. You're a little unsure of yourself, the dean of the university didn't get that way by being a push over. Though Mr. Demar did say he was cowering somewhere so maybe he's not that tough. You tell your undead troops to spread out and search the building. Along the way you see Felsa's body. Oh well, another follower for you...
  
  You begin to grow tired of searching mundane office after mundane office so it's a treat when you once again hear the sounds of battle and see the dean at the end of a corridor fighting off your horde.
  
  "Back, foul things!" The dean shouts casting a ray of pure light in the faces of many of your troops.
  
  He hasn't seen you yet so you take advantage and cast your own blast of negative energy into his side. He falls in pain, but returns fire which you barely dodge. He crawls out of your line of sight and behind a corner.
  
  "So Demar sends one of his students to take care of me, too cowardly to do it himself eh? It'll take more than a few skeletons and a neophyte necromancer to bring me down! Come and get me if you dare!"
  
  You have to kill him while he's still weak, if you let him regain energy he could possibly escape, or worse, kill you.
  
  > attempt to summon spirits
  You always meant to try this, but never got around to it. No time like the present...
  
  You concentrate and attempt to summon the spirits of the nearby dead to help you kill the dean. At first nothing seems to happen and you hear the dean killing more of your skeletons and walking corpses, but soon an eerie howl is heard.
  
  Several tormented ghostly beings rise up and you give them the simple order to kill. It takes a bit more concentration to control them, but you manage. The dean is surprised by the ghosts and fumbles with an appropriate spell, but isn't quick enough before they touch him and his life force begins to drain. Eventually he becomes a desicated husk and drops to the floor.
  
  "Damn that was cool." You giggle.
  
  Feeling totally pleased with your victory, you then remember Mr. Demar and Quayle's spell. You'd blocked it out of your mind during the battle, but you're hoping that's been resolved.
  
  You head towards the eastside of campus, and you see no disturbance, at least no buildings disappearing and reappearing. You do see Catalina standing by though; she sees you and waves you over.
  
  "Wow, you're back, I guess that means you killed the dean huh?" Catalina questions.
  "You sound surprised."
  "Hmm, I guess maybe I'm a little impressed."
  "What's going on?"
  "I dunno, I'm not sure myself, it was really weird. When I first got here I couldn't get to Quayle due to all the temporal disturbances, I was about to leave when Mr. Demar arrived, he told me to stand back and he would take care of this. He managed to walk straight into that gray building over there where I assume Quayle was. I saw Mr. Demar become a child, a rotting corpse and then revert back to his normal age before he got there. I then heard terrible noises within. I even saw some strange tentacled creatures come out of the building. I thought I was going to have to fight them, but then the entire mess just seemed to stop and there wasn't a disturbance anymore. I guess Mr. Demar won...but I haven't checked on him, I'm still hesitant about going near there."
  "Well I guess I'll go in then."
  
  You enter the gray building cautiously, you see a bunch of little centipedes crawling all over the place, some really slimy yellow ichor and just a general feeling of sickness. You've seen a lot in the Dark Order, but whatever happened here was really fucked up.
  
  You attention is turned to Mr. Demar who is on the floor...or rather IN the floor. Half of his body is embedded in the stone floor, you don't see how you can help him.
  
  "Shit! What the hell?" you exclaim.
  "Ugh...long story...look there isn't much time. (Cough) This take over has been a failure."
  "No it hasn't, we got the whole city, I killed the dean, and you stopped this temporal disturbance..."
  "I haven't stopped it, at least not permanently. The damage done was far too severe by the time I got here. Quayle's actions have ripped open a hole to a place you don't even want to know about. (Cough) I've temporarily patched it up, but who knows how long it will last. You better get out of here while you still can...I won't lie though, life for you is going to be rough. You'll be hunted when they find out what happened here and they WILL find out about you. They always do. Still, you may survive. You are powerful, maybe you'll be able to succeed where I failed...but I doubt it. Ugh...the odds...just too great...you want my last advice? Take that Catalina girl and have fun while you can."
  
  And with that last bit of advice Mr. Demar dies.
  
  Well this was a big downer. Here you thought you were ready to take on the world and then you find out all your actions have been for naught! Still, what does Mr. Demar know? He's dead! Perhaps you can find a way to fix the hole permanently or at least keep it patched. It seems folly to just abandon this city after having risked so much to gain it.
  
  Then again perhaps it would be better to follow Mr. Demar's advice. If you leave now, it might take awhile before your identities are discovered. Life on the run isn't going to be easy, but perhaps it won't be forever.
  
  > take over the city
  You exit the gray building and approach Catalina, she looks at you expectantly.
  
  "So what're we going to do?"
  "We're taking over this city. From now on, it's you and me." You reply.
  
  Catalina is taken aback by your orders, given all of what has happened she senses that staying in the city wouldn't be the best plan. But she has no other allies. She has no idea of where to run. She will stick with you, if only because together you'll be a more formidable force when trouble surely arises.
  
  You and Catalina prepare yourselves for the trouble ahead...
  
  A month passes
  The Incident of Nuro has finally become well known knowledge. You and Catalina have managed to shore up the defenses of Nuro pretty well, all things considered. Some of the demonologists help out, but only because they have nowhere else to go and this is the safest place for them. You begin to instruct them to learn the ways of necromancy. You also manage to turn back a Grand Alliance army which didn't expect such a large resistance. The demons that left the city ran amok all over the countryside and took a particular interest in the Kingdom of Tulan under the guidance of Velzix, an arch fiend. Which is fortunate since it draws a little attention away from you.
  
  No signs of that "temporal hole" opening up again, but you tell some of your new acolytes to keep an eye on it. In the mean time nothing of importance is to be placed in that area.
  
  A year passes
  The Kingdom of Tulan has finally put the sword to every last demon infesting the area, which doesn't bode well for you since now you're the only "big evil" around now.
  
  The Grand Alliance attempts another siege of the city and once again they fail. You aren't confident you can hold out forever like this though, you attempt to claim that you have no plans for conquest, but your claims (true or not) go unheeded. They aren't taking any chances that you might build up.
  
  You and Catalina have at this point basically become "King and Queen" of the city. It's a logical pairing. Sometimes though it's more than just one of convenience.
  
  Your acolytes warn you about seeing strange things. Object temporarily disappearing. You begin to worry and unlock those old tomes that Quayle was reading hoping you can learn something.
  
  Another years passes
  You suffer two more attacks by the Grand Alliance. The last one lead by your own sister. You attempted to parley with her before battle, but she would have none of it. Indeed you
  received a letter from your Mom a month before the attack begging you to give yourself up. Of course you couldn't do that. You wrote her back with regret and told her that you shall probably not speak again.
  
  Your sister got farther than most, but in the end she died by your own hand. You didn't raise her. She was not deserving of such a fate. You burned her body instead and wished her well in the afterlife.
  
  How you wished that your Dad's mercenary company had been sent, but for whatever reason you have not heard anything from him. The coward. He knows you are more powerful and could easily crush him.
  
  The temporal disturbances are getting worse, and you're not learning anything new from Quayle's books, it's all just so damn confusing. You feel like you did when you were in school. Completely inept and helpless.
  
  Catalina tries to be understanding, but your behavior from reading the damn books is making you very erratic. She has to pick up the slack when you begin to make mistakes.
  
  Another year passes
  
  The temporal hole rips open once again. Horrible creatures come lurching out. You manage to fight them off, but the hole is getting bigger. Catalina insists that you both have to leave the city, but you're too far gone at this point, the books on temporal magic have begun to make you as mad as they did Quayle. (If without the talent) This is your city and you're bound and determined to hold it no matter what.
  
  She cannot endure anymore; she takes her leave of you one night...only to be killed by vampire assassins somewhere in the countryside.
  
  The Grand Alliance is preparing to attack again, more tentacle creatures are seeping into this reality. You don't care; you'll take them all on.
  
  You laugh insanely on your throne as the screams and unnatural howls fill the city. Battle and death is everywhere. You hear something coming up the stairs, and it's probably not Grand Alliance soldiers...
  
  "What was the point of it all? Nothing!" you laugh before being utterly destroyed.