Seth unlike others was in the local graveyard, the decent sized necropolis required the a purge at least once a year. every so often you got some young misunderstood kid dabbling in necromancy.<br/>The blade of the skeleton came a little conser than expected, Seth felt it before he smashed it's skull to dust with The Fist. Misunderstood sure, but that was no excuse for unearthing the graves of the departed.<br/>he whipped around and smashed a zombie, breaking it's leg and sweeping it into the air before bringing his weapon down to bash it's head into pulp. "you know..." he turned to the young necromancer haistily trying to animate another body. "That was someone's grandmother" the zombie was indded an elderly woman in a black funeral garb.<br/>The next corpse animated, standing up slowly, Seth simply brought The Fist up, and swang low, it's head flew and bounced off the catacomb wall. this was no professional, this was some rich kid who didn't think people understood him.<br/>"no... get back" the 16 year old scrambled away pulling a wand that was probably second hand. "oh get over yourself kid" he slapped the young man with the back of his hand and picked him up. "if it wasn't for stealing that book, you'd be sitting in your home writing poetry, eventually get over yourself and live a good life."<br/>"you don't understand..." he threw the necromancer over his sholder, dispite the young man's objections. "My dad was a drunken warrior, who pounded my mom behind the archery booth at the local harvest fair. I look like a hyena." he laughed "you had a charmed life by comparison Enjoy it..."<br/>the grimore had already been lit on fire, that was why the kid was back to reanimating little old ladies and their husbands.<br/>He dropped the boy off at his parent's house, and from the sound of it, they were going to have a long, painful talk with their wayward child.<br/>"another good deed done" he sauntered off to collect the fee for the yearly purge,