"Champion? You must be confused, I'm just here for a drink." Despite being covered in the fluids of one of his creatures like most things in life denial is my first response.
"Do not lie to me champion, you are here to fight us as your kind has always done, though you are dressed differently from the others." I guess not wearing armor, being a beacon of light or having a group of other people behind me clued him in I'm not the usual.
"Let me guess you're an evil guy here to be evil with his evil and you'll blah blah blah, my bones, or yadda yadda yadda my corpse and in the afterlife you'll crush my I don't even really care anymore!" I gathered up my rage at this whole day and scorched pale faces compatriots, it was actually fairly easy. I guess like a shadow when exposed to the light darkness tends to fade away. All the same I was well past the point of giving a care about what the current group of people claiming to want to hurt me were really going to talk about anyway. The creatures he brought with him pale face turned to me with a bit of a shocked look just in time for me to grab him by the throat and hold the earth sword slightly above his eyes.
"I won't talk, you can torture me all you want!"
"Honey, hush." Bad guys always assume they are the worst evil that was ever evil, they are wrong, and like most things in life there is always someone worse than they are. In this case that was me. See I try and be a good person, but when I'm pushed I go to the limit, I burn down villages, I kill families, I do everything bad people do because I am a bad person. See thats the real secret to how I win, its not luck and complete happenstance, its a willing to go that extra mile to be badder than whatever you are facing. In this case it was willing to use Necromancy on whatever this pathetic creature was. Ordinarily you want to avoid just using magic, especially destructive life sucking magic on something you don't understand, but I'm not exactly a careful kind of guy. With a jolt of energy pale face went from a living person to a dessicated husk in no time flat (yeah when you do flash angry necromancy thats also something that happens, though this person was also more of a flesh puppet than a real person, still had life and memories but not much of either).
Unfortunately as is the case with brute Necromancy the shock also hit me dead on. Flashes of imagery flooded my brain as well as the raw energy of whatever kept this puppet dancing. I didn't get much of a complete picture, but I did get a destination, a nearby cave that looked to lead to some kind of city. My mind overwhelmed from the raw power of it I collapsed next to the remains of my foes, as I drifted off to sleep I distinctly remember thinking "I wonder if this is the worst mess that's ever been in the Flagon Slayer" and I was in the dark.
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