The countess died giving birth, and at first it seemed the baby was stillborn. But right from the start, the shadow of death hanged over the boy. Despite having had numerous daughters, the count was still longing for a son. Originally named Alejandro, Sandro was born in the year 444 YSD, and was the only son of Vidal dela Segadora, a count of the Bull Duchy, and his fourth wife. I spent the next years wandering the world, until my plans were ready to come into action. I almost died, but I did not, and the loss of my flesh was little compared to the revelations I had.Įventually, the other Necromancers discovered I was not a real believer and expelled me from their ranks. I gained my immortality by toying with a power more ancient that Asha and Urgash. I underwent the change as well, of course, although not be drinking the venom of the Namtarus. The cult was quickly on the rise, seducing Wizards afraid of their own mortality. This is when I realised I had been mistaken, and that ultimately he and I were not alike.Īt first I thought his Spider Cult could be of some use to me. And yet Belketh believed our purpose was only to serve Asha and her great design.
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We had found a way to free ourselves form Asha’s cycle of Life and Death, and the boundaries of our mortal shells. For Belketh, however, it became the “Truth”. For me Necromancy was a philosophy, a mere step on my quest for a greater knowledge. And this is where our paths started to diverge. I was there when Belketh found the ancient texts, the seed of Necromancy. As time went by, we became more than teacher and student, but friends as well. In Belketh I met a kindred spirit, one that was seeking answers beyond the rigid dogmas of the so-called “Dragon Gods”. He was a respected teacher, having learnt the craft from Sar-Shazzar himself. It was a time of great philosophical pursuits, when it seemed the purpose of wizardry was to reveal all the secrets of the universe. I became a student at the Academy of Magic in the city of Al-Betyl. Her passing was a decisive event that put me on the path I’m still following to this day. I only missed one person, my sister, the only one who understood me. There had to be something beyond Life and Death, beyond the Dragon Gods, beyond the reality of Ashan even.
When I was old enough, I decided to leave the Empire, its rigid laws and its blind faith, and find my way to the Seven Cities, driven by an unshakable conviction. My family believed I was meant to become a priest of the Light. All through my childhood, I had these vivid dreams, these visions. If you want something done right, do it yourself, and I wouldn’t let anyone else write my own biography!
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