After sitting on the Throne of Bones for countless centuries, the first Arch-Necromancer in the history walked of the stage. He had cheated death for over a thousand years and still wasn´t able to break the chains of his mortal body. His wish to ascend to godhood failed miserably. In his over a thousand year long regain nobody ever dared to attack his people, but the iron fist he used to frighten his enemies also scared his own people. He had no family and friends anymore, death claimed them all sooner or later, everything that death left him was a kingdom scared of his own ruler. So he embraced death like an old friend.
Nobody remembers this king. Not even a legend of him remains anymore. Somebody only truly dies when nobody remembers this person anymore. The kingdom which he build with his blood and sweat didn´t exist much longer than his thousand year guard. The kingdoms enemies only feared the old monster nobody else, soon after these enemies heard from his death they attacked and destroyed his kingdom. Who these enemies were? Well who hates Necromancer more than the holy church?
But life and death mealy are the opposite sites of a coin.
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An aged person shrouded in torn up attire wanders deserted along a river. Although he wasn´t the youngest his mighty steps showed his undying resolve to reach his goal. The time since he started his walk can´t even be measured anymore in hours or days, to be true the time couldn´t even be measured in years anymore. His undying resolve didn´t even decrease a bit since he started the journey. He didn´t even stop walking to eat or sleep.
His goal was to met the Creator of the world he lived in, some may call him God but for the old man the creator was nothing more than something like his brother. God once safed his live when he was much younger and showed him the path he should take. Why he did that? Well everybody needs some friends right?
At the end of this short encounter the younger self of the old man promised that the next time the two would meet they would meet each other as equals. Sadly even after almost two thousand years the old man still didn´t achive his dream too ascend into godhood. He missed his so called brother alot and still wants to meet him even through he couldn´t fullfil his promise. Thats why he denys the chance to be reborn again and again. Thats why he wanders since an unmessurable time through the afterworld.
The old man formly known as the Necromancer King, the first Arch-Necromancer visited almost all of the afterworld. He meet up with all the juges of the underworld and visited all of their hells, also he went and meet up with almost all river spirits. The river spirits are a special race in the afterworld as they are the ferryman, which take you to your next live. He didn´t meet them to get him to his next live no he meet them to ask about his lost brother and where he could find him. The reason why he hoped that they knew where he can meet him is in fact that he knows that these river spirits are the children of the Creator himself.
"*sigh* After you visited all eighteen hells, you went to search for us siblings. How many did you meet already? Didn´t you meet up with Acheron, Lethe, Kokytos, Phlegethon, and Eridanus? I, Styx, am the last rivers spirit, am i right?" beside the old man a boat with a young girl sitting on a bench emerged. The girl looks to be around 12 years old. She had long black hair; it looked like her hair is absorbing all the light in the surrounding. In here big green eyes the old man could see pity.
When the old man saw her he knew that this person was his last chance to meet up with his old friend as all others denyed his request to help him.
This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.
"I can´t help you even if i wanted to do it. You should know that he doesn´t want to see you. Didn´t you promise him to only come and search for him when you are also a god? And now look at your pitty self you could only last two thousand years and then give up. It took father much much longer than to thousand years to become a god you know! End this foolish journey and let me be your ferryman, i would even do you a favor and take you to another universe from our multiverse. It would be really fitting for you. There you could see that the stage you had reached in necromance is far from the top" she gifts the old man a stunning smile "There you wouldn´t be more than a lowly novice with your knowlage." she grabbed the old man and forced him to sit beside her on the bench.
After the old man heard that everything went black and he know that his journey was now really over as he was focefully reborn by Styx.
"You will keep your knowlage but to keep the game interesting i will go against the wishes from my old man and don´t let you be reborn as a human. You will get a lower starting point, i hope you can keep me entertained you know it will be fun to watch you. By the way you made a joke in your old live when you built your Throne of Bones i hope for you, that you will get the chance to watch a real Throne of Bones in this life. Don´t forgett your nothing more than a Necromancer Novice in this universe and far from the top of the food chain. But i am not a cold hearted person and will give you a smal tip. A real Necromancer doesn´t borrow his undead from the Death and Live Circle of Father a real Necromancer creates his own, never forgett that, lil future gob-boy"
After beein surrounded by darkness for a long time he suddenly could open his eyes again and what he saw stunned him. He was surrounded by ugly green things. Soon after he was no longer stunned he suddenly realized what Styx meant when she called him lil future gob-boy. Styx let him be reborn as a goblin.
Goblin are ugly looking green monsters. To be true they are so weak they don´t deserve to be called monsters at all. They are the weakest of the weak, even a few animals are higher in the food chain than goblins, but thats not even the real problem goblins are dumb as fuck almost none of them can use magic and these that could use magic have really bad control over mana and the elements.
"Looks like the newborns are all well" an aged voice broke the silence. An aged goblin, the tribechief inspekted all newborns and was really happy to see that all of them looked healthy.
"But chief isn´t that one sick? I mean he is all black and so." asked one of the goblina, yeah thats how the female goblins called themself.
The former selfproclamed necromancer king could hear the sound of a person beeing hit with a stick. "You dumb piece of shit, that one is not sick at all! He is the healthiest of them all and he will be a really great adition to our tribe! Thats a rare variant goblin"
The newborn rare variant goblin was naturally the reborn old man. But whats a rare variant goblin? Luckily for him the goblina, which the tribchief hit with his stick asked the chief this question for him. He may still have his memories and all but that doesn´t mean that he can already talk, walk and such things the necromancer king has to learn them again like every other newborn and it will take even for a newborn goblin a few days until he can walk and talk.
"You want to know what a rare variant is?" asked the chief with a smile on his face. "Well a variant is someone blessed by a god, demon or other higher beeing. This blessing helps the variant to learn things a creature of his race normaly couldn´t learn or makes them stronger in some aspect. To bad that i can´t see what kind of blessing this young one got."
The old chief took the newborn necromancer king in his arms. "I shall call you Gobta"
Congratulation you got your Name This uncreative Tribechief of yours named you Gobta. Every name of every goblin starts with gob, but luckily you can change your name should you be able to evolve from a goblin to something else. The only bad thing is that the race into which you will evolve will define your new name so for example should you evolve into a hobgoblin your name would be hobta as every hobgoblins name start with hob