There is a price for everything. Throughout life I’ve had to sacrifice many things in accordance to this principle. Often more difficult than the sacrifice itself though, is the knowledge that most others will not understand. Why?

Xxx: Graves the Necromancer, Harbinger, Betrayer of Mankind

Much was sacrificed after my plan to gain power. Before the explosion I was a chosen noble. Zaltarisch Zinrel, third son of Carmyar Zinrel, and the brother of Valstina, Elldor and Elledane. Before this event my power over magic was average, nothing to mention.

After it, I started my journey as Graves, a man with no title, looks, money, family or any of comforts of his former life. I lost my given path but in return gained more power and freedom to decide my own.

Naturally I couldn’t stay in this city. The person reading this might be unaware of the consequences connected to my little incident (including the “explosive” deaths of several nobles). I however had a solid grasp on what would happen once I returned to my families (partially) blown up mansion.

I have already mentioned to you my bad relationship with the elders of my house. As a house consisting of low morals and many skilled wizards, It wouldn’t surprise me if those old corpses used the incident as an opportunity to deal with unwanted trouble.

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No, it was better if they though me death, for now.

Luckily I managed to obtain a mutually beneficial deal from one of the lowborn after a day or so roaming the streets. He “coincidently” happened upon my magical skills and wanted to use said skills to deal with a supernatural problem occurring on his boss’s turf (the dumb fool probably wanted to use me and take the credit for solving the problem of his boss by himself). In return he would provide me with travelling supplies including a decent pouch of gold, a dagger for self-defense and enough food to last me about a month. This Deal was accepted.

It was the easiest job in my life. The problem turned out to be a large amount of thugs disappearing in the night and I was asked by my employer to try and find out what did it, where it was and to estimate how dangerous the situation was. I knew what was going on, the dates of the disappearances and the date of the explosion were easy to match with each other. Knowing that creature was successfully summoned into our world and healthy enough to hunt, the speed of my “investigation” became absolutely incredible. I soon proceeded to explain what I thought it was, where I thought it was (it was likely to have been found after the explosion unless it has had similar circumstances to mine) and how dangerous I though the situation to be.

After that, whilst taking one last look at my soon to be dead employer, I took my supplies, acquired a mask to better obscure my grotesque appearance and bought my way in as a passenger with the next ship leaving city harbor.

In the end. Not a bad departure all things considered, knowing the ship was making more distance between both my family and the beast was a huge relief. In fact I was starting to be cautiously optimistic about my situation.

Thinking back on it now, I am extremely embarrassed with how positive I was