B5 Chapter 15 – Tyron’s Status

Despite the constant noise around the camp, Tyron was able to sleep well. He’d been reliant on magickally induced sleep for years at this point, using the spell to blanket his conscious mind and sink into a dark and dreamless rest.

The battle continued without him, his untiring wight and demi-lichs commanding his minions to hold back the rift-kin who surged through the spatial tear in packs. When he awoke, Tyron could feel the conduits sharpen in his mind. He was still connected to each and every one of his minions through those links formed of magick he’d refined over and over again until they were as solid as steel and didn’t allow a drop of energy to leak, unwilling to entrust the bonds to his smarter undead entirely.

Satisfied that the situation was under control, he turned his mind to the business at hand. No matter where a person was in this realm, they would never be far from a clean sheet of paper, and Tyron was certainly no exception. There was no furniture inside his small tent except the small cot in which he’d slept, so he didn’t have the luxury of even an end-table to rest the page on.

No matter. He took his knife, placed a neat slice in the meat of his thumb and pressed into the clean white page.

Enacting the status ritual from rote memory, his thoughts turned to recent history, and the myriad things that had happened since the fall of Kenmor.

That had been a heady day. The Slayers had rampaged through Kenmor castle, with Tyron using his undead to support the assault, flooding into the tunnels and corridors, chasing down every stray person in the rooms and chambers. Duke Raugrave had put up quite the fight, apparently. By the time Tyron arrived at the scene of the fighting, the man had been torn apart, his remains so crushed they were unusable. Apparently, a blood-drunk swordsman hadn’t been able to hold himself back and destroyed the body in a rage. More disappointing was the lack of a soul. The Five Divines had whisked it away before Tyron could get his hands on it.

Ultimately, it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. In terms of raw resources, he had emerged from the castle with an embarrassment of riches. High-level soldiers and mages, the Duke’s personal guards and soldiers, the most loyal retainers of the Noble Houses, along with the Nobles themselves.

The blood of The Five had run thick on the ground that day, and Tyron had extracted a measure of vengeance on those responsible for the deaths of Magnin and Beory.

Not that he was satisfied.

What had followed had been harrowing for the people of the Western Province. Before the fires were out, the exodus had begun. Even Tyron had been unwilling to stay, working as quickly as possible to gather all the materials he could before fleeing the destruction that was to come.

The months that followed weren’t something he liked to dwell on. There was no one in the Western Province who better understood the cruelty and callousness of the Empire, yet even he was taken aback by the horror of it.

They’d told everyone to leave, but not all were willing, or able. Many of the elderly and infirm had chosen to end their own lives, rather than fall in the slaughter to come. Of those, some had volunteered to become undead, to at least contribute something in the fight against the Empire.

All told, millions died without making it across the mountains, though some could have fled north, or south into the sands, and possibly survived.

Since then, Tyron had spent his time fighting the kin, helping to establish a place for the survivors in the city. Several times, he’d left the city to check on the Western Province and seek out knowledge.

His undead had killed many, many kin, but the levels had been frustratingly slow to come. Still, if it was easy to achieve platinum rank, his parents wouldn’t have been so special.

Finally, the blood stopped flowing and Tyron was able to shift his grip and check on his status.

Name: Tyron Steelarm.

Age: 27

Race: Human (Level 22)

Class:

Imperator of the Endless Horde (Level 71)

Sub-Classes:

• Forbidden One (Level 40)
• Focused Enchanter (Level 40)
• Bone Mage (Level 40)

Racial Feats:

Level 5: Steady Hand.

Level 10: Night Owl.

Level 15: Well of Magick.

Level 20: Arcane Renewal.

Attributes:

General Skills:

Arithmetic (Level 5)(Max)

Handwriting (Level 5)(Max)

Concentration (Level 5)(Max)

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Cooking (Level 5)(Max)

Sling (Level 3)

Swordsmanship (Level 2)

Sneak (Level 5)(Max)

Butchery (Level 5)(Max)

Engraving (Level 5)(Max)

Sculpting (Level 5)(Max)

Weaving (Level 5)(Max)

Dodging (Level 3)

Running (Level 5)(Max)

Skill Selections Available: 2

Necromancer Skills:

Corpse Appraisal (Level 20)(Max)

Corpse Preparation (Level 20)(Max)

Expert Death Magick (Level 30)(Max)

Enhanced Minion Commander (Level 31)

Undead Control (Level 20)(Max)

Minion Modification (Level 10)(Max)

Bone-Soul Fusion (Level 22)

Death Infusion (Level 10)(Max)

Spirit Flesh Formation (Level 10)(Max)

Ascended Bone Forging (Level 27)

Boundless Eye of the Imperator (Level 4)

Wave of Power (Level 3)

Endless Imperator (Level 5)

Anathema Skills:

Abyss Tongue (Level 10)(Max)

Spell Concealment (Level 10)(Max)

Dimension Weaving (Level 10)(Max)

Perceive Magick (Level 10)(Max)

Dimension Folding (Level 4)

Quicken the Blood (Level 3)

Arcanist Skills:

Expert Magick Scripting (Level 30)(Max)

Channelling (Level 10)(Max)

Pliance Control (Level 10)(Max)

Expanded Sigil Formation (Level 20)(Max)

Core Linking (Level 10)(Max)

Advanced Fine Motor Control (Level 20)(Max)

Expert Network Formation (Level 30)(Max)

Advanced Conduit Magick (Level 20)(Max)

Advanced Core Sense (Level 18)

Expert Power Control (Level 30)(Max)