Nitok, King Of The Dead, Undead King, Prince Of Death, Skeleton Monarch, Leader Of The Undying Legions…
He was known under many titles, but only one of those became the name he was known as by the living.
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Another day, another noon, another evening, the inhabitants of the continent all led their usual life, the greater majority oblivious to the machinations happening underground, unaware that the world they knew would soon be changed, the status quo they had believed was the only way of this world would be shaken, knocked off its foundations.
A brilliantly silent lull, one of the most heavily defended cities in the entire continent knew nothing else, geared for war, but having never tasted it, guards, soldiers, casters, knights, adventurers, paladins and various clergies, what could possibly happen?
