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Born in the mountains of Sosaria,at the age of nine she was chosen to become an assassin to the ruler of that area.

Her parents were killed when they didn't agree to that. She was trained as a silent assassin for the ruler, but ran away at the age of 30.

She lived as a mercenary for a wile when she was found by a shadow blade and recruited as a ‘daughter’ to him.

He trained her as an even better assassin. She has killed countless humanoids in her years under his tutoring. She left his tutoring to train further on her own and become an even greater assassin. She came upon a shrine that said if she became one of the walking dead, her power would be increased ten-fold. She start to read letters on the shrine. Although it seemed gibberish, she read it out loud.

‘Kol maz’zen hobashik tag’maz imal korazim’

As the words were spoken she felt them burn into her mind.

The words that had no meaning now made sense. ‘ to live life is to live the dead’.

As she spoke the words meaning out loud, the rest formed in her mind. ‘Die by the blade of one who nether lives nor is dead. Die by the blade of a daemon that spawns from the darkest pit of the Abbys.

It was a dark and cold night when Amira Zanib stepped on the place where the nether living nor dead roamed. As she wound her way trough the dungeon, fighting the spawn of the Abyss. Low demons, not enough to become undead by.

After hours of fighting and countless cuts she found the place, a giant door stretching 20 feet tall with markings of divine sealings upon them. This is the place, the place where the demon lords are, Amira thought.

Opening her pouch of unholy reagents, casting the spell with was burned on her mind. Lighting cracked all around her. He door glowed.

A dark red, a red the color of fresh blood. The door opened. A smell so foul even the lungs of Amira, a assassin, one who knows no mercy or regret, could not handle. The door was only open a quarter of it’s way. When the Daemon appeared. The Lord of all. The one sealed by the paladins eons ago. Was free.

“mortal,” his voice was more a grown then a speech. “for releasing me will grant you one thing. One thing your hearth desired above all else.” without hesitation or though Amira said: To be a undead.

“ then girl, come forward and receive your reward, become of my children." Suddenly out of nowhere there was pain, pain so powerful it blew away everything else but a voice, his voice. “Die to be reborn, become my child.” Darkness.

Amira’s eyes open slowly, she was lying on a field of grass. Standing up she took her dagger. And stabbed her arm. No blood showed. Now her journey to become the greatest undead has begun…what will happen, ? None knows….


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	Amira Zanib's story

		Born in the mountains of Sosaria,at the age of nine she was chosen to become an assassin to the ruler of that area. Her parents were killed when they didn't agree to that. She was trained as a silent assassin for the ruler, but ran away at the age of 30. She lived as a mercenary for a wile when she was found by a shadow blade and recruited as a ‘daughter’ to him. He trained her as an even better assassin. She has killed countless humanoids in her years under his tutoring. She left his tutoring to train further on her own and become an even greater assassin. She came upon a shrine that said if she became one of the walking dead, her power would be increased ten-fold. She start to read letters on the shrine. Although it seemed gibberish, she read it out loud. ‘Kol maz’zen hobashik tag’maz imal korazim’ As the words were spoken she felt them burn into her mind. The words that had no meaning now made sense. ‘ to live life is to live the dead’. As she spoke the words meaning out loud, the rest formed in her mind. ‘Die by the blade of one who nether lives nor is dead. Die by the blade of a daemon that spawns from the darkest pit of the Abbys. It was a dark and cold night when Amira Zanib stepped on the place where the nether living nor dead roamed. As she wound her way trough the dungeon, fighting the spawn of the Abyss. Low demons, not enough to become undead by. After hours of fighting and countless cuts she found the place, a giant door stretching 20 feet tall with markings of divine sealings upon them. This is the place, the place where the demon lords are, Amira thought. Opening her pouch of unholy reagents, casting the spell with was burned on her mind. Lighting cracked all around her. He door glowed. A dark red, a red the color of fresh blood. The door opened. A smell so foul even the lungs of Amira, a assassin, one who knows no mercy or regret, could not handle. The door was only open a quarter of it’s way. When the Daemon appeared. The Lord of all. The one sealed by the paladins eons ago. Was free. “mortal,” his voice was more a grown then a speech. “for releasing me will grant you one thing. One thing your hearth desired above all else.” without hesitation or though Amira said: To be a undead. “ then girl, come forward and receive your reward, become of my children." Suddenly out of nowhere there was pain, pain so powerful it blew away everything else but a voice, his voice. “Die to be reborn, become my child.” Darkness. Amira’s eyes open slowly, she was lying on a field of grass. Standing up she took her dagger. And stabbed her arm. No blood showed. Now her journey to become the greatest undead has begun…what will happen, ? None knows….