Book Of The Dead-Chapter B5: Tyron’s Status

Despite the constant noise around the camp, Tyron was able to sleep well. He’d been reliant on magickally induced sleep for years at this point, using the spell to blanket his conscious mind and sink into a dark and dreamless rest.

The battle continued without him, his untiring wight and demi-lichs commanding his minions to hold back the rift-kin who surged through the spatial tear in packs. When he awoke, Tyron could feel the conduits sharpen in his mind. He was still connected to each and every one of his minions through those links formed of magick he’d refined over and over again until they were as solid as steel and didn’t allow a drop of energy to leak, unwilling to entrust the bonds to his smarter undead entirely.

Satisfied that the situation was under control, he turned his mind to the business at hand. No matter where a person was in this realm, they would never be far from a clean sheet of paper, and Tyron was certainly no exception. There was no furniture inside his small tent except the small cot in which he’d slept, so he didn’t have the luxury of even an end-table to rest the page on.

No matter. He took his knife, placed a neat slice in the meat of his thumb and pressed into the clean white page.

Enacting the status ritual from rote memory, his thoughts turned to recent history, and the myriad things that had happened since the fall of Kenmor.

That had been a heady day. The Slayers had rampaged through Kenmor castle, with Tyron using his undead to support the assault, flooding into the tunnels and corridors, chasing down every stray person in the rooms and chambers. Duke Raugrave had put up quite the fight, apparently. By the time Tyron arrived at the scene of the fighting, the man had been torn apart, his remains so crushed they were unusable. Apparently, a blood-drunk swordsman hadn’t been able to hold himself back and destroyed the body in a rage. More disappointing was the lack of a soul. The Five Divines had whisked it away before Tyron could get his hands on it.

Ultimately, it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. In terms of raw resources, he had emerged from the castle with an embarrassment of riches. High-level soldiers and mages, the Duke’s personal guards and soldiers, the most loyal retainers of the Noble Houses, along with the Nobles themselves.

The blood of The Five had run thick on the ground that day, and Tyron had extracted a measure of vengeance on those responsible for the deaths of Magnin and Beory.

Not that he was satisfied.

What had followed had been harrowing for the people of the Western Province. Before the fires were out, the exodus had begun. Even Tyron had been unwilling to stay, working as quickly as possible to gather all the materials he could before fleeing the destruction that was to come.

The months that followed weren’t something he liked to dwell on. There was no one in the Western Province who better understood the cruelty and callousness of the Empire, yet even he was taken aback by the horror of it.

They’d told everyone to leave, but not all were willing, or able. Many of the elderly and infirm had chosen to end their own lives, rather than fall in the slaughter to come. Of those, some had volunteered to become undead, to at least contribute something in the fight against the Empire.

All told, millions died without making it across the mountains, though some could have fled north, or south into the sands, and possibly survived.

Since then, Tyron had spent his time fighting the kin, helping to establish a place for the survivors in the city. Several times, he’d left the city to check on the Western Province and seek out knowledge.

His undead had killed many, many kin, but the levels had been frustratingly slow to come. Still, if it was easy to achieve platinum rank, his parents wouldn’t have been so special.

Finally, the blood stopped flowing and Tyron was able to shift his grip and check on his status.

Name: Tyron Steelarm.

Age: 27

Race: Human (Level 22)

Class:

Imperator of the Endless Horde (Level 71)

Sub-Classes:

Racial Feats:

Level 5: Steady Hand.

Level 10: Night Owl.

Level 15: Well of Magick.

Level 20: Arcane Renewal.

Attributes:

Strength:

164

Dexterity:

243

Constitution:

407

Intelligence:

537

Wisdom:

387

Willpower:

355

Charisma:

175

Manipulation:

201

Poise:

275

General Skills:

Arithmetic (Level 5)(Max)

Handwriting (Level 5)(Max)

Concentration (Level 5)(Max)

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Cooking (Level 5)(Max)

Sling (Level 3)

Swordsmanship (Level 2)

Sneak (Level 5)(Max)

Butchery (Level 5)(Max)

Engraving (Level 5)(Max)

Sculpting (Level 5)(Max)

Weaving (Level 5)(Max)

Dodging (Level 3)

Running (Level 5)(Max)

Skill Selections Available: 2

Necromancer Skills:

Corpse Appraisal (Level 20)(Max)

Corpse Preparation (Level 20)(Max)

Expert Death Magick (Level 30)(Max)

Enhanced Minion Commander (Level 31)

Undead Control (Level 20)(Max)

Minion Modification (Level 10)(Max)

Bone-Soul Fusion (Level 22)

Death Infusion (Level 10)(Max)

Spirit Flesh Formation (Level 10)(Max)

Ascended Bone Forging (Level 27)

Boundless Eye of the Imperator (Level 4)

Wave of Power (Level 3)

Endless Imperator (Level 5)

Anathema Skills:

Abyss Tongue (Level 10)(Max)

Spell Concealment (Level 10)(Max)

Dimension Weaving (Level 10)(Max)

Perceive Magick (Level 10)(Max)

Dimension Folding (Level 4)

Quicken the Blood (Level 3)

Arcanist Skills:

Expert Magick Scripting (Level 30)(Max)

Channelling (Level 10)(Max)

Pliance Control (Level 10)(Max)

Expanded Sigil Formation (Level 20)(Max)

Core Linking (Level 10)(Max)

Advanced Fine Motor Control (Level 20)(Max)

Expert Network Formation (Level 30)(Max)

Advanced Conduit Magick (Level 20)(Max)

Advanced Core Sense (Level 18)

Expert Power Control (Level 30)(Max)

Death Mage Skills:

Curse Weaving (Level 10)(Max)

Life Draw (Level 10)(Max)

Broadened Curses (Level 10)(Max)

Undying Endurance (Level 10)(Max)

Mass Echoing Bone (Level 20)(Max)

Calcification (Level 10)(Max)

General Spells:

Globe of Light (Level 5)(Max)

Sleep (Level 5)(Max)

Magick Bolt (Level 5)(Max)

Magick Eye (Level 5)(Max)

Necromancer Spells:

Raise Dead (Level 52)

Bone Animus (Level 40)(Max)

Commune with Spirits (Level 10)(Max)

Advanced Shivering Curse (Level 18)

Concentrated Death Blades (Level 20)(Max)

Ossified Bone Armour (Level 27)

Minion Sight (Level 10)(Max)

Advanced Spirit Binding (Level 20)(Max)

Death’s Fist (Level 20) (Max)

Anoint Dead (Level 10)(Max)

Cursed Miasma (Level 20)(Max)

Greater Death Bolt (Level 20)(Max)

Summon the Ossuary (Level 10)(Max)

Piercing Bone Lance(Level 20)(Max)

Ossuary Vent (Level 10)(Max)

Blessing of Bone (Level 10)(Max)

Field of Death (Level 10)(Max)

Flesh to Bone (Level 8)

Arcane Marrow (Level 7)

Grand Undead Imperator (Level 12)

Anathema Spells:

Pierce the Veil (Level 10)(Max)

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Appeal to the Court (Level 5)

Dark Communion (Level 3)

Expert Suppress Mind (Level 26)

Repository (Level 10)(Max)

Fear (Level 5)

Glamour (Level 10)(Max)

Advanced Invasive Persuasion (Level 15)

Crone’s Shade (Level 10)(Max)

Bewitch (Level 10)(Max)

Blood Shield (Level 10)(Max)

Flesh to Power (Level 8)

Death Mage Spells:

Sap Life (Level 10)(Max)

Death Becomes Life (Level 10)(Max)

Hardened Bone Pillar (Level 20)

Shatter (Level 10)(Max)

Bone Shell (Level 4)

Rising Spear (Level 10) Max)

Necromancer Feats:

Skeleton Focus IV

Magick Battery II

Bone Mastery II

Spirit Mastery

Undead Specialist

Awaken the Altar

Bone Animator

Grand Imperator

Exponential Horde

Anathema Feats:

Repository

Wall of Thought II

Drain Life

Stormwise

Bewitching Gaze

Corroding Presence

Dark Favour

Arcanist Feats

Magick Thread Control II

Compact Sigils II

Conduit Seal II

Core Networking II

Death Mage Feats

Efficient Death II

Empowered Death II

Fallen Shadow

Bone Expertise II

Dense Bone

Mysteries:

Spell Shaping (Profound): INT +50 WIS +50

Words of Power (Profound): WIS +50 CHA +50

Essence of Death (Advanced): INT +20 WILL +20

Soul Magick (Advanced): WIS+20 CHA +20

It was hard to believe just how far he’d come since first Awakening, and just how quickly as well. The world had been right to fear Necromancers and their capacity for rapid growth. Tyron could fight like an entire army of Slayers and reap all of the experience for himself, though he suspected a portion of it was being leached away to his wights and demi-liches.

Crossing many major thresholds, his raw status was overwhelming. The power invested in him by the Unseen had pushed him beyond superhuman. His physical endurance was greater than most defensive Slayers, rendering him incredibly difficult to harm. Even to conduct this ritual, he’d needed a specially made knife just so it was able to pierce his skin.

His mental attributes towered high over the others. His well of magick was a booming ocean and his command over it unrivaled. His mental defense was now an impenetrable wall, to the extent perhaps even Recillia’s Divine Mandate would not be strong enough to take hold on him.

Bone Mage had proven an inspired choice, giving him a range of offensive spell options that also synergised well with feats he already possessed.

His main Class, Imperator of the Endless Horde, had continued to grow slowly but steadily. His command over the ritual that gave the Class its name was still a work in progress, with several selected options expanding its power and utility. Sadly, he’d only gained a single level since his last performance of the ritual, not enough to earn a new ability, but no matter. Perhaps the assault on the rift would be enough to gain him another.