Olmak, buried in his armor, and with his hammer deep in the catacombs below Portenheim. The smell of death hangs heavy in the air, the sadness apparent in Olmak’s face is still fresh, yet, amplified as though he knew his guild house was burning to the ground many yards above him.
“This is quite the treasure,” thought Velos, an initiate necromancer with a penchant for crafting corpses. “Yes, yes he will do nicely for my newest flesh shield. The last one wasn’t meaty enough.”
Spending hours preparing the body, desecrating the area around him, building an alter to an old dark god, and ensuring the requisite enhancements were met, Velos animated Olmak’s body.
“Wakey Wakey my muscular slave,” taunted velos. “It’s time to meet your new master.”
Olmak’s body rose, and began to follow the man’s orders fully. He was awake however. A small fragment of his mind resided within. He dreamt, real dreams barely aware of everything happening around him.
Olmak remembered what had happened. He needed to save his friends. Adele, Garret, Roy, Celeste, Clementine, Rhi-… Rhil. There was no way he survived that blow. Olmak had saved Rhil once, but now it seems that Rhil had given his life for Olmak, no, for the guild. He would not waste his chance to repay that bastard cutting up his guild. But wait. Olmak remembered dying. What had happened after that last sword wound? He could sense a deep sadness about the guild, but couldn’t quite understand why. Had they all perished that night? Somehow he knew they were safe. Olmak realized where he was. Serving some man, some man named Velos. He couldn’t let this stand. He had to enact vengence.
He would murder that man with the greatsword. He would dig into his flesh, rip out his throat and feast upon him… slowly.
What was he thinking?
Why do I feel this hunger?
I must break this bond, and find my friends. No. My family.
Rebuilding the Mind
Olmak had to rebuild himself, and slowly over the course of a year he rebuilt his mind, much like rebuilding a sandcastle in high tide. Every tower of his personality that he would erect another would start to fall. It was slow and tedious. More than a few times he almost slipped back into the darkness, but he persevered.