It was quiet in the black. He didn't like it at all, not at all. He missed the busy tavern that he used to call home. Then he recalled the fact that it had burned down... because of him. He used to like whiskey but now it wasn't that appealing. Digging yourself out of your grave tends to have the effect of making you remember things. What else is there to do than sit and remember while digging slowly upwards.
Then he hit it. Pay dirt, or in his case pay sky. As his hand reached out to touch the crisp cold night air he wondered where his old friend Richard was. No doubt out in another pub toasting to his dead friends memory. Now its starting to come back. His name, his job, his friends, and his death. He touched the area where the ax had cut into his back. He could feel the stitches, at least the mortician was good at sewing. He would thank them for that later right now he had only one thing on his mind, finding Richard and knocking him out.
He stumbled onto the cobblestone path leading from the cemetery. His head was still ringing a bit but he didn't feel tired... strange he had just dug himself out of a grave. On a similar note he didn't feel cold or warm, he just felt nothing. He then proceeded to check his heart, which wasn't beating. His mind froze, he had no pulse and no feeling. He had heard stories about what they call people who end up this way. They call them Morte.
He started making his way towards the town from his life. It was a bleak and dismal town by the name of Valkyrie's Landing. He didn't mind its dreariness when he was alive but sometimes it just got to dreary and he got out of town for a bit and would head to a pub by the name of The Wandering Siren it always had nice cheap drinks and it usually had brightened his day. That was until recently when he and Richard were at the bar when it was attacked by some Raiders. Raiders are like bandits just way more organized, and my god were these ones organized. They quickly dispatched the guard and proceeded with stabbing everyone near them. Richard then started screaming and jumped through a window, dang it he is a coward. As the Raiders got closer he had jumped into a corner with a small dagger that he had salvaged off the barman's corpse. He charged the Raiders with dagger in hand and proceeded to miss them and to have an ax inserted into his back. He then slowly died, as the burning upper floor gave way someone dragged his lifeless corpse out of the fire. He couldn't tell who but he knows they tried their best to ease his suffering, their choice of course was a dagger to the heart. And that is how he died. His next question to his returning mind was what was his name. His name? What was it?
"Dain?!"
At the mention of his name Dain looked up to see a young girl with long brown hair.
"How do you know my name?"
The girls face grew very pail as her vision left her.
Dain quickly surged forward to catch the fainting girl.
