Dispatch this thug in brutal fashion, that all may hear of your arrival!

A strict regimen is paramount, if one is to master the brutal arithmetic of combat.

Masterfully executed!

A man in a robe, claiming communion with the divine. Madness.

Despite its morbid aspect, this twisted, cavernous maze seems almost traversable.

He prognosticated publicly that left unchecked, I would soon unleash doom upon the world.

I always wondered what became of the unfortunate little waif...

Our supplies are replenished, the soldiers will feast tonight.

Dazed, reeling, about to break...

Tokens of hope, recovered from the encroaching dark.

Cornered! Trapped! And forced to fight on...

Gnawing hunger sets in, turning the body against itself, weakening the mind…

This sprawling estate, a Mecca of madness and morbidity. Your work begins...

Mastery over life and death was chief among my early pursuits. I began in humility, but my ambition was limitless.

They are cursed to float forever, deep in the swirling blackness, far beyond the light's reach.

Seize this momentum! Push on to the task's end!

I lived all my years in that ancient, rumor shadowed manor. Fattened by decadence and luxury.

Women and men; soldiers and outlaws; fools and corpses. All will find their way to us now that the road is clear.

I brought my colleagues back with much of their intellect intact, a remarkable triumph for even the most experienced necromancer.

All the decadent horrors I have seen pale in comparison with that final, crowning thing. I dared not look, nor could I look away!