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1. How many years have passed since I was imprisoned in the Dungeon, guarded by mighty Titans? It was 2973, 3 months and 4 days ago. But 1000 years ago, a clever necromancer deciphered my signs left on the surface. You know him. It's the well-known Sandro. :cool:
He came and killed the Titans, for which King Bracad cursed him with a Great Curse. Under the curse, Sandro killed all the undead he encountered (his fellow necromancers). I am his only chance to be saved. Together, by combining our forces, we managed to damage the mind and soul of Lord Bracad, this cruel sorcerer, and seize the throne. Now our people have become semi-necromancers. If you ever wondered what gargoyles are, we resurrected griffins in such a strange way, granting them invulnerability. :D
Our capital became Steadwick, destroyed by hellish creatures and humans in the war and resurrected from the ground by me. Its walls turned black.
If anyone were to spend the night near the city, the city would take their soul and leave us their body to turn into a zombie. To be continued