text: "Well, what am I supposed to do? Let my dad's empire fall apart?"
  
  "Yes! You're being stupid!"
  
  "Well that's the best plan we have so far!"
  
  "It's the only plan we have! And a better plan is we have dinner now and kill ourselves afterwards."
  
  Blaise begins to tear up.
  
  "Why are you being such a dick, Dag? I don't want everything my dad made to fall apart! He spent his whole life trying to fight for his empire!"
  
  "Blaise, listen: You're tired, hungry and upset about your dad..."
  
  Blaise stands up abruptly and charges off outside, followed closely by Stitches.
  
  "Fuck," you grunt. "I hate her so much. If I didn't like her so much, I'd leave."
  
  The Bartender appears again, chuckilng.
  
  "Lady problems, huh?"
  
  "Damn right."
  
  "If you're looking for a way out on your own, the gents over in the corner, the Dark Elf and Wood Elf, are hiring mercenaries for a job. Following girls only lead to heartbreak, pain and an early grave. Maybe you should just talk to the mercenaries."
  
  > go after Blaise
  You rush after Blaise, going outside into pure darkness.
  
  "Hello, friend!" a voice says happily.
  
  You turn, to see a poor looking man in tattered clothing holding a long knife standing in front of a dark side street.
  
  "Best to move along, sir!"
  
  You look at him, before looking down the street. Then you see Blaise. A Bandit is holding a knife to her throat with Stitches lying bloody and bruised next to her, and over a dozen and a half other bandits stand around the street.
  
  You grab your sword, but feel a knife on your throat.
  
  "Stop," the Bandit says, smiling.
  
  The Bandit leader grabs Blaise, and grins at her.
  
  "Hello, love. You're a pretty one, aren't you?" he smiles.
  
  His hands drop, holding onto her waist.
  
  "I think I'd like to spend a few minutes alone with you. Would you like that, love?"
  
  Blaise punches the Bandit Leader, who grabs her throat and squeezes.
  
  "Don't do that, now. I don't want to hurt you."
  
  His hand begins to tighten around her throat slowly as his other hand caresses the side of her face.
  
  > Attack
  You draw you dagger, and jab the man holding his knife to your throat in the arm and twist it. He screams in pain, dropping his weapon. You twist around, stabbing him repeatedly through the neck, and pushing his body to the ground. You kick another one in the leg and take advantage of his following stumble to jab him through the eye, straight through to the brain. You draw your long sword and swing, beheading another man, before hands grab you from behind. You twist around to stab him, before another man grabs your arm. You try to shake free, but they've grabbed you.
  
  "I'll feed you your own hearts, you goddamn thieves and cock-suckers!"
  
  "Who died?" the Bandit Thief asks.
  
  You look over, and although Blaise still has the knife at her throat, her eyes are closed.
  
  "Travis, McCoy and Rotten Boy," another Bandit says.
  
  "Fuck! That green-skinned bastard killed McCoy, did he? He'll suffer!"
  
  You feel dozens of blades slash your skin, releasing a flow of blood. They cut open your arms and chest as you scream.
  
  > Scream
  "Calm it down, gentlemen! I want him to live a bit longer. To suffer. I know how I want him to die. Cut off his cock and balls and feed them to him. Then, pull out his intestines while he still breathes and salt them."
  
  You hear a petrified scream, and turn to see a blood-soaked bandit stabbing one of the men holding you repeatedly through the chest. Another bandit grabs another, and uses his teeth to open his throat. There's a frenzy of conflict as the bandits begin to tear each other apart. You're let go, and stumble away from the bloodshed. The Bandit Leader lets go of Blaise in horror, and she draws her obsidian blade and stabs him through the shoulder, before throwing him to the ground. The melee among the bandits ends abruptly, and left standing are... all of them, to your surprise. You stare at them, blood soaked and covered in various wounds ranging from stab wounds covering their chests to slit.
  
  "What the fuck...?" you ask Blaise. "Are they...?"
  
  "Undead? Yeah. They are."
  
  The Bandit Leader stares up at you both, then the undead.
  
  "You're fucking Necromancers, aren't you? Please, get away from me. Please, just leave me alone, I'm sorry, I don't want to die, I wasn't..."
  
  "What do we do?"
  
  "I liked this fucker's idea." Blaise spits. "What was his plan for you? Cut off his cock and balls and feed them to him. Then, pull out his intestines while he still breathes and salt them. Yeah, I like that."
  
  You open your mouth to say something, before collapsing. Blaise catches you, but your weight pulls her down. The Bandit Leader tries to run, but the zombies grab him.
  
  "Oh shit, shit, shit. You're bleeding. You can't do that. You're really hurt, you're really, really hurt. Please, please don't die, you're not supposed to die."
  
  "I'm not going to die. I'm just going to sleep a little."
  
  You close your eyes, and Blaise slaps you hard.
  
  "Ow!"
  
  "Don't close your eyes. I'll get you some help."
  
  "I'm fine! I'll live, I'll fucking live. I've survived worse."
  
  Stitches stands up, and whines. Blaise quickly begins to rub his head and say something things to calm down her dog. The Bandit leader struggles against the rotten hands clawing at him, and Blaise looks at him.
  
  "Come on, you undead rats! I told you what to do with him!"
  
  You stare at the absolute terror on the Bandit leader's face. You open your mouth to say something, before collapsing backwards.
  
  > Sleep
  You awaken in a small room, lying on the bed.
  
  "What... what happened?" you ask.
  
  Blaise spots and you, and pulls you in for a hug. You wince in pain.
  
  "Oh, sorry, sorry. You passed out," Blaise says. "Are you... better? You look like shit."
  
  "I look like shit usually. What happened after I passed out?"
  
  "I... dealt with the bandit leader."
  
  "Did...?"
  
  "He... suffered. Then, I dropped the undead and dragged you and Stitches to this tavern."
  
  You look at your body, which is covered in bandages, noticing Stitches lying battered and bruised next to you.
  
  "Gods, I was scared you weren't going to make it."
  
  "I don't die," you grunt, standing up.
  
  Your stomach rumbles.
  
  "I'm hungry. We should find food."
  
  "Yeah, I bet you're starving. Let's go get some grub."
  
  > go eat
  You get out of bed, and Stitches runs over and begins licking your face.
  
  "Stitches, stay here and guard the room. We'll bring you back something to eat."
  
  You walk out of the room and find yourself in an old, shitty inn. You walk out towards a shitty pair of tables and sit at one of them, before an old woman who seems like she might once have had traces of beauty appears. Your gaze drops slightly, and you see by the pair of hanging breasts that are almost reaching her knees, probably had gathered quite some attention at a younger age.
  
  "Hey, kids, you waitin' on anybody?" She says.
  
  "No. Can we order?"
  
  "Of course. What can I get you?"
  
  Blaise quickly looks over a hastily drawn menu on a piece of wood hanging by the door.
  
  "Some sweet rolls, two mugs of ale and whatever meat you're still serving."
  
  "That would be the glazed ham. I'll get that right away."
  
  Blaise gives the girl some golden coins, and walks away.
  
  "So, I'll ask: Were you staring at her tits?" Blaise asks.
  
  "Of course not! Where would you possibly get such...?"
  
  "You were."
  
  "Not in a creepy way, though. Only a quick glance."
  
  Blaise rolls her eyes.
  
  "Sure. We should head over to the inn after this. The mercenaries the bartender recommended will probably be around there early enough. I hope so, at least."
  
  You nod, and the food arrives. You eagerly dig in, devouring the sweet rolls and meats within a minute and quickly downing the ale. As you chew the last ounce of meat, you finish and begin watching Blaise as she eats. You find it strangely fascinating to watch another person eat. Blaise, as always to your surprise, devours the food with the ferocity of a Dragon. When she's finished, you put away you food. Time to go to the tavern.
  
  > Four Hours Later...
  You sit at the bar, slightly drunk on ale. The Golden Hand sit in a booth, drinking, while the fully armored Sir Trent sits down the bar, avoiding drinking as removing his mask would expose his undead condition. He wears full plate armor with his faceplate pulled down, with a red, blank cloak.
  
  "Where's Kai?" You ask the bartender, who shrugs.
  
  "He's never been one to show up on time. He... ah, what a coincidence."
  
  The door is kicked open, and a large man walks in. He has long braided hair, and wears only a pair of stained pants. He holds a machete in his hands, and his bare chest in covered with muscles and tattoos of wave patterns. He smiles, revealing teeth that have been sharpened to a point.
  
  "Alright, lads? What's the story? What's going on?" he shouts.
  
  He strolls up to the bar, and gets a mug of mead. He downs it, before refilling his drink and downing it again.
  
  "Are you going to pay for that?" the Bartender asks.
  
  "Probably. I don't know. Any jobs for me?"
  
  "There's an interview with a very special client who might send a lot of future jobs your way."
  
  "What? Who is it? Is it you?" he says.
  
  As you begin to realize he's insane, the Golden Hand members begin walking up to him.
  
  "Kai. Remember us?"
  
  "Yes!" Kai shouts happily. "I remember killing you! All of you, I recall. I'm quite sad I missed four of you bastards."
  
  "You killed my brothers, you bastard!" The Captain of the Golden Hand snarls, drawing a blade.
  
  Sir Trent rushes over, drawing his blade.
  
  "Hey! We're mercenaries! We do the job we're paid for! You guys were paid to kill him, he was paid to kill you! Now the job's over! If you have an issue, go after the employer, not the employee."
  
  "He enjoyed killing them."
  
  "We have a code! Don't kill a merc because of what he was paid to do!" Sir Trent growls.
  
  "Kai dies today. If you're going to die again today, so be it."
  
  The Captain twirls and slashes his sword. Kai rolls out of the way, before leaping into action. In a feral, brutal charge, Kai slaughters them. He beheads the first with one blow, before brutally clawing the second's face and biting out his throat. He hacks off the third's arm and stabs him through the stomach repeatedly, before finally slashing the final man's throat.
  
  "Woo!" Kai yells, punching a fist into the air.
  
  He drops to his knees, pulling the straps of a breastplate, and using his machete to cut strips of meat from the corpse of one of Golden Hand, which he eagerly tears into.
  
  "Here is not the place, Kai!" Sir Trent growls.
  
  "Fuck off, Trent, I'm hungry!"
  
  "Kai! The guards will be here soon, and when they find us, they'll call the Alliance."
  
  "I can wipe out the alliance myself."
  
  "Stop being ridiculous," Trent rasps, punching him in the side of the head.
  
  Kai backwards, and snarls.
  
  "I'll eat your fucking corpse, Trent! I'll slaughter... I'm hungry. Sir Trent, do you want to buy me a steak? I'll do whatever the hell you want for a steak. What were we talking about?"
  
  "We have to head out of here, Kai!"
  
  "Just a second. The Bartender has work."
  
  The Bartender nods.
  
  "There's an interview with a very special client who might send a lot of future jobs your way."
  
  "Who's the client?" Sir Trent asks.
  
  "I'll do it! Whatever the risk with whatever the pay, I'll do it! Trent's right, I need to dive on the first wagon outta this shit stack."
  
  "Who's the client?" Sir Trent repeats.
  
  Blaise gingerly raises her hand, to Kai and Sir Trent's surprise.
  
  "It's a child," Sir Trent says. "Why is she special?"
  
  The Bartender leans in close and lets out a rasping whisper.
  
  "One's the daughter of the Grand Necromancer."
  
  "She's dead. All the reports say she's dead," Sir Trent says.
  
  The Bartender shrugs.
  
  "You trust the words of the Alliance? Plus, you're dead."
  
  Sir Trent stares at Blaise, before dropping to his knee.
  
  "My lady, I owed your father a great deal. He brought me back from the cold embrace of the reaper. I would be honored to repay that debt to you," he says, bowing his head.
  
  "I owe you nothing, but I need work," Kai admits.
  
  "I accept both of your help," Blaise says.
  
  "Good. What's the plan, Lady Blaise?"
  
  "We're fleeing. We need to escape, find somewhere to lay low."
  
  Sir Trent pauses, in deep thought.
  
  "Kashin. It's a large town up in the mountains, a home for the homeless. It's at the edge of the Dwarven Clan's territory, so the Elves, Orcs and Men wouldn't head there, and the Dwarves are too scared shitless of going above ground for long enough to make the journey there."
  
  "Good. I'm certain that the Necromancer's daughter will have incur...?"
  
  "Who the fuck's the Orc?" Kai interrupts.
  
  "Dagden," you grunt in response.
  
  "Can we trust him? Blondie, you want me to kill him?"
  
  "Yes we can trust him, and if you lay a hand on him I'll kill you... twice. Same if you call me Blondie."
  
  Kai shrugs, and gets back to eating the corpses of the Golden Hand.
  
  "As I was saying, the Necromancer's daughter having escaped will mean that they'll be men after you. Elves, most likely, they despise the undead, though men , the most numerous, could easily be encountered. Finally, there might be Orcs, those bastards are aggressive as hell and eager for war. I'm sure they'd be happy to have your head on a platter."
  
  "So all you've done is narrow it down to not Dwarves?"
  
  "Precisely."
  
  "What's our plan, then?" you ask.
  
  "One of us will escort you and... Dagden, is it?"
  
  "Yes."
  
  "One of us will escort you and Dagden up to Kashin. The other will cause a distraction to draw the enemy in the opposite direction, and draw the majority of those who'd hunt you down away from the area."
  
  "Which one of you will cause the distraction and which will go with Blaise and I?" you say.
  
  "Lady Blaise should choose," Sir Trent says.
  
  "Um... yeah. Of course. Dagden, come here for a second?"
  
  Blaise pulls you aside.
  
  "What do you think?" she asks. "The undead knight will be a lot more conspicuous on the road, though the... crazy guy could easily murder us in our sleep."
  
  > send Kai to cause the distraction and travel with Sir Trent
  "Yes, sir. I'll head with you Kashin. Kai, you must head in the opposite direction, doing whatever you can to cause..."
  
  You notice Kai has lit a torch.
  
  "Are you attempting to light the building that we're inside of on fire?"
  
  "Ye... no." Kai says, before extinguishing his torch.
  
  "Lady Blaise, we better move. I'll buy whatever supplies we need and we'll head out."
  
  "What about my fee?" Kai asks.
  
  Sir Trent sighs, before drawing a bag of gold and tossing it at Kai.
  
  "Let's move, Lady Blaise. We have a lot of ground to cover."
  
  > Three Days Later...
  You walk along the an overgrown path with Blaise and Sir Trent.
  
  "We're making good progress," Sir Trent says.
  
  Blaise stops, pointing to a large tree covered in purple fruit. When you spot them, hunger pains begin to hit you.
  
  "That looks delicious," Blaise says. "Do we have time to stop?"
  
  "In my opinion, we should continue moving, my lady."
  
  > stop and eat the fruit
  You stop, and pluck one of the fruit and begin eating. For the next twenty minutes, you try to cram as many fruit as you can in your gob. After that, you continue walking.
  
  > One Hour Later...
  After another hour of walking, you come across a cave. At the outside, two rotting corpses lie next to an armored fresh one.
  
  "Oh, look. There's signs of battle. Should we investigate?" Sir Trent says.
  
  "We should probably be in a rush, right? Who knows who could be hunting us?" Blaise adds, and Sir Trent nods.
  
  > Investigate
  "Come on. This is too interesting not to check out."
  
  You walk down the cave path. As you walk deeper inside, Blaise lights a torch. You see signs of battle between Life and Death, with dead corpses of soldiers, all men, lying alongside rotting corpses. As you near the end of the cave, you come across a horrific scene.
  
  "Ah. There's been a battle," Sir Trent says.
  
  Dozens of slain human corpses lie in a pile, surrounded by zombies. The zombies have abandoned all intelligence, and are eagerly chewing into the pile of corpses. As they spot you, they growl and begin stumbling towards you. Blaise screams and backs away, before you catch her. You raise an eyebrow, and she nods. She takes a deep breath, and begins to whisper to herself. The zombies stop heading towards you, and begin tearing each other apart. After a few seconds, the last one tears out it's own throat and falls to the ground.
  
  "That was easy."
  
  "Fighting undead's my specialty," Blaise shrugs.
  
  "Wed better get on the road again. Let's move," Sir Trent says.
  
  > continue walking
  As you hear a shout, you pause.
  
  "Hold! You are under investigation by the Order of the High Elves!"
  
  "Bastard!" you hear Sir Trent swear under his breath, the first time you've ever heard him swear.
  
  You see about a dozen golden figures in armor appear around you. Eight have drawn bows, three have swords, while the last seems to have fireballs held in her hands.
  
  "What do we do?" Blaise says quietly.
  
  "I kill them, you raise them," Sir Trent says. "Killing's my specialty."
  
  With that, Sir Trent lunges into action as you cut open your hand and activate your blood stone. You see two fireballs heading towards both you and Blaise.
  
  > Dodge
  You roll out of the way and avoid a fireball that flies over you, and Blaise is hit by a fireball. She flies backwards with a scream, and you rush over to her.
  
  "I'm... fine," she groans in pain. "Keep fighting."
  
  You charge forward, slashing your long sword. Your sword smashes into the blade of one of the Elves, but he quickly parries, kicking your foot. You fall backwards, collapsing onto the ground. The Elf raises his sword, and stabs you through the heart.
  
  > Death
  Eternal Sleep
  
  Your life force is taken from you as you enter the endless sleep of death.