oden

Few mortals crossing the borders of the Kingdom of Bantus returned back.This twilight world is full of riddles and horrors, and only the most extravagant residents of Espery can try to get there.For living, Bantus is the same place that the dead wasteland for the wandering spirits that lurk in this kingdom. Even the dead are afraid of this place. Oden was once considered one of the best magicians of the temple of light.Many admired them, some in the order generally considered it a source of inspiration and an example to follow.All of them were extremely surprised when it turned out that Oden secretly was engaged in the forbidden art of necromancy.Although he fiercely justified himself, claiming that a real magician should be well versed in all magical disciplines, the punishment for his actions was inevitable. Under the bright rays of the sun, the very afternoon, dressed in the hands of crying.However, by the time of execution, he already knew enough to maintain his consciousness even after the head of his head.The ministers of the temple did not notice how the spirit of the dress slipped out of the body and disappeared into the ominous device filled with dark energy.This device was hidden far from the temple, in a cache next to the dead wasteland, under the ruins of the old Academy of Night. The news of the execution of Oden quickly reached Bantus, and those who wanted to rebuild the academy again went in search of his body.Returning to Bantus, they conducted a ritual of revival to make Oden one of the graveys. At first it seemed that everything was to no avail.Odin’s body did not show previous abilities, it was insensitive and lethargic.After the ritual, it just went away.The students followed him, I wish to see where it will be sent. So they came to a secret device in which the storage of souls was located.Hurring his breath, the students watched the body put on the storage faces on his mutilated neck.The eyes cut in the device flashed with live fire.He returned and their fate was decided.His body was hardly revived by the novice necromancers, but the consciousness that he controlled did not belong to anyone except himself.Oden no longer belonged to any of the fractions.He destroyed the bodies of stupid newcomers with his powerful spells and captured their souls.They were tightened into a dead wasteland, where they will be worn with a dreary howling. There are rumors in the rebuilt Academy of Night, as if the Keeper of the Wasteland is dressed up and to this day wanders around endless catacombs under the academy in search of souls, which sacrifices to its only host. It calls.It is hungry.I'm going to the call.