The night it ended--The Passing, I called it--there was an intense throbbing in my head, the veins in my temples constricted and everything felt farther away. It ended in a moment. And like the spark of a match, it reignited. Colors spilled across the world of black, a wall of nothing became translucent and homed a large plaque of moving words. They slid into frame, preordained.

Please select your class, you may choose up to two additional classes in combination.

* [Warrior]

* [Paladin]

* [Rogue]

* [Hunter]

* [Shaman]

* [Necromancer]

* [Artificer]

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Everything was hazy. I stood, but my legs were ethereal, I pointed, but my arms were absent. "Necromancer," a voice called out. It was my voice, but my lips were still. Everything dissipated, fading colors replaced by the darkness that once was.

Model Generated.

Class Creation Complete.