Destynalia's eye's grew dark, the tunnel back to her Tree of Life was pitch black. It seemed an eternity, endless black, her soul sinning through a void. A dim light lite the end of the tunnel. It was a strange place, one of dim light, bones, suffering, and a smell of decay. Before she could get to her feet, strong, boney hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her with out mercy. She was drug for seemed hours to a large compound. The wall surrounding was made of bone, of all races. In the middle sat a huge, grim castle. The Castle of Bone, and home to Lord Myrkul. "Welcome Destynalia, your new home awaits. Your body is ours for ever, your soul shall rest here until your god notices you." The figure moved, a dark clad wraith, openned the doors. "Our Lord is not home, we await his return, so I serve my master in any way I can. I am Lord Shurg, Lich Lord, and arm of Myrkul. While our Lord is in exile, you shall remain here, as part of the Wall of Bone." Destynalia then realized, her soul have been claimed from the lands of Mourning by the Undead Lords. Horor set in, as her existance was now trivial, and her swore ememies were now her master. Kolorean the Undead the Sage |