Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26044791-20150314045544/@comment-25597877-20150413202952

I need wings not for me but for my undead army 5,000 sound OP? they don't feel pain and are flame resistant but are for the most part idiots and completly skilless.

Kemik took the last few days (10 days irl i was gone) to mend himself and pondered his weakness "My soulfire used to be as powerful as the breath of Anaclagon the Black and as cold as the heart of Forodwaith but these last few fights since I have awoken have yeilded fire no greater than a small bonfire and only as cold as the winter nights of the shire, why have I lost so much power?" he said out loud to himself. Then he remembered, my power comes from death, I have not killed in centurys, I must kill to get the souls I need. upon remembering this he walked to the nearest village with a population of about 800 the rest I cannot tell for the deeds Kemik did were unspeakable, there were no survivors. But this was not done in cold blood as one might think, because he began to give life back to the dead first that town then he raided every graveyard in every village he could find until he was the commander of 5,000 and had twice the power he ever had, for reals this time, he could feel the power coursing through his marrow, he could snuff out the flames of small dragons like candles his power rivaled Anaclagon the Black's he was once again a powerful mage no longer to be beaten like a fly.