I shared my knowledge of agriculture across all of Daria, showing them how to rotate their crops, use better fertilizers, market their yield, and harvest more efficiently. We eventually began to see a surplus, which we then sold to other nations, improving our treasury as well.
(Kingdom Faction +5)
I remember the day I found a very interesting passage in an old book. It spoke of the undead in a practical way that I had never seen before. Unfortunately, it was very old, so the geography was difficult to follow.
I cast the necessary spells and found that I could point in the direction of the crypt. I set out for the crypt immediately.
(Divination +10)
I rode Kholkogh to the crypt that was mentioned in the old book. It was in a small town in the center of Daria. The crypt was locked up tight, but much more interesting than that, it seemed to be impenetrable to magic.
Even we do not enter that crypt," the old priests said.
I told them that I needed to get inside.
The old men were weak, and I wasn't gentle with them as I broke their old bones. I had no difficulty in taking away their key. I went to the crypt and let myself in.
(Fighting +10, Evil +10)
The crypt was amazing. I was delighted to find an entire alchemical lab and workroom. It didn't take me long to realize that I had stumbled upon everything necessary to turn myself into a lich: an undead mage, undying and eternal.
The prospects of eternal life and enormous power were difficult to turn away from. I read through the books I had found with the equipment.
(Evil +5)
The first step was to embalm myself, which was going to be tricky since the process itself would kill me. I would have to be sure that I fell upon a designated area filled with runes and candles. My dead body would lay there for three days, and then, if I did the magic correctly, I would return from the dead as a lich. My eyes were immediately drawn to the skeleton lying on the ground. He had obviously done something incorrectly and died from it.
I looked over my handiwork, pleased to see that my runes looked correct and that the candles were placed properly. I saw the machine that would drain my blood and fill my veins with the chemicals I had mixed. I placed my freshly brewed potions into the machine and hooked the tubes into my wrists. I was ready; all I had to do was flip a switch and I would be killed by the embalming process.
It was better safe than sorry. The person who had attempted it previously had died without being raised, and I didn't want that to be me. I left the crypt and returned home to Tornassa.
I was in my early sixties when Master Lacius passed away. All of the graduates of the Academy gathered to find out who would be elevated into the position of Archmage. I went to the Academy to join in the ceremonies. The funeral service for Archmage Lacius was very moving. After he was properly buried, all of the wizards gathered to vote for the next Archmage.