Alkadian Entaris Beldier III- Change of Plans

He had made an oath that he would show no mercy in his quest to seize his share of land and power in the endless green wilds of this norther world. He had tightened his robes belt and flung charges from his wands without thinking twice. He had sworn to take his power to the next level and bring fear to all in this world. Then he had died.

Killed by a monster made of the very wind. His spells had blasted through it, but even his strongest enchanted defenses were no match for its relentless pummeling at the speed of gale wind. His body was crushed. Ruined. Ended.


He awoke angry, to say the least.

For over a century Alkadian had pondered the mysteries of the afterlife, but what he saw upon opening his eyes was far from anything he could have expected. There was no distance. There was no up or down. There was simply forever. He saw further than the boundaries of the mortal realm, through the mirror pools floating in the air around him. Each reflection a tapestry to the birth and death of a world. Every breath of air was like a cold smoke that seized his insides in a vice. Suddenly aware of the infinite dimensions of death, Alkadian fainted.

He woke again, in a new place. Still the mirrors. Still the endless darkness and confusion. But this time the mirrors were reflections of his very person. Every deed he had ever executed was playing before him. Every torture, every act of arcane destruction, and every moment of fear and sadness. He would have fainted again but a cold hand gripped his shoulder.

This is not death child of the Beldier.

He turned to face the speaker. Before him stood a towering mass of shadows and flesh. The very borders of his silhouette seemed to blur and vanish from his mind instantly. All he could make out was two dark green glowing eyes, and the cold skeletal hand that held him in consciousness.

"I know you... By the Gods I couldn't say how...But I know you." Alkadian stammered, not sure what he was seeing, or even saying.

I have been with you for a great time now Beldier. You do not know it, but long have you tread in my footsteps. Much of your life you have sought secrets. Dark and terrible writings frowned on by the churches of man. The very utterance of such words has brought death to many and the hands of the righteous. I am the keeper of these secrets young child. I am the Shepperd who can lead you to the realm of undeath. I know of the power you seek, and through me you would have it, and great and terrible would it be.

"I.. I don't understand. Loviatar...The Goddess of Pain... I gave her my prayers. I was promised a life at her side, in the pits of eternal torment. I was to have power in death as her aid."

Your false Goddess had turned on you fool. She was simply a dream. A hope. My power is real!

To emphasize this point the figure channeled a wave of burning magic through Alkadians body. Mirrors cracked, and he cried out in confusion and agony.

I am the Power you seek. You are not to wait till your death to reach your potential child. I will grant it to you in life. In unlife. Neither shall you live or die, but power you WILL have. Follow me, and do my bidding young one. Take my hand and let me show you the secrets you deserve.

Alkadian was now on his knees as the pain stopped surging through him. His mind flashed back to his days at the academy. The reading he had stumbled upon. The runes he had inscribed into his very flesh. The promise he made to himself. His reaction surprised even the great spirit of death at his side.

He lifted his head in a twisted smile. As he rose to his feet he began to laugh. Not a weak and terrified laugh, but a laugh at the realization of what laid before him. His laughter echoed through the eternity around them and the mirrors began to fade away. The robes he wore began to swim with shadows, and the midnight blue of House Beldier melted away to a shade of impossible black.

"My Master. Yes my Master. Teach me Father. Show me to the power... I will become unstoppable, and in your name I will rule with fear."

The great hands of skeletal darkness embraced him and their laughter became one. His body was pulled into the blurring form of the Lord of Undeath, and everything was dark and beautiful.


Alkadian awoke with the taste of blood in his mouth, and overpowered by a smell he would never forget. The stink of Dragons.