Now, because this next part is not one of the best moments in my glorious past. I’d like to remind you of the fact that I am one of the greatest necromancer to ever walk this mortal plane.

I was young and things back then were in the hands of fate. Just as a reminder.

So the scale of the explosion I caused was pretty big, real big in fact. It was big enough for a large portion of the mansion and surrounding buildings to be in complete rubble. Turns out that the blast happened to blow a decent chunk out of the city’s sewer system.

When I woke up after the Incident I was… floating on a layer of… filth in a stream of… of excrement mixed with flowing water. This of course was less than appreciated. So much so that I struggled through the post-explosion pain and crawled out of it the moment I had the awareness to do so.

Back then I suffered from several pain attacks, couldn’t smell anything (except for the lovely combination of sewer filth and burnt meat) and worst of all, this constant pain on my face as if thousands of tiny insects we’re clawing at it.

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After this unfortunate wake up I must have taken around 2 to 3 weeks to recover decently and in that period of time I went in and out of conscious for most of the first week.

Week 2 and 3 were the ones when I was physically stable enough for me to wander around and mentally strong enough to cast a few minor spells like Firebolt.

Desperate for food and longing for water, my options were limited. So I did the best that I could at that time. Can’t say I’d like write much about it but I do want to mention that having a fire spell was a godsend in this situation.

After these weeks of hard struggle I felt confident enough strength-wise to finally go topside and leave those damn sewers.

I waited till nighttime underneath the exit leading up to the street. After climbing up, I “persuaded” the nearest beggar for direction to the closest town well. Reaching this well was like heaven to me back then and I sat close to it for several hours, drawing water and getting the stench out of my clothes.

When day arrived I started to think it was as good a time as any to check my body for damages done because of my failed summoning. After checking my body and seeing it still in decent enough shape, I started walking towards the well, expecting to see my sharp, proud looking high-elf face.

I did not see it