The story of Jacob of Skelltingdon The story of Jacob of Skelltingdon -Father how could you leave our family air loom, all that our proud and noble family have ever fought for and nourished to your sisterâ€™s son, my cousin Thomas? The boy is a dull wit, he has no education, no connections, his father were a common soldier, with no noble ancestors, and his only pleasure is drinking and entertaining himself with questionable women. -Son what ever young Thomas faults are, he is my closest male relative. He is still in the direct line of the Skelltingdons. And his father was a great general, not a common soldier, although he admittedly was not of noble breed. -But father, I am your son. Why do you discharge me from inheritance? -YOU ARE NO LONGER MY SON. I have put you through education. I have trusted in your own judgment. How do you return this trust? By learning to raise the dead, by disturbing the peace of the grave, by selling your soul to the evil forces, that are already massing up close to our lands. I say, I want nothing to do with you. Had you just died in birth along with your mother, bless her poor soul you would have broken her hart. -Father I swear this on my mothers grave: I have not sold my soul to evil. The great evil that rises can only be conquered by knowing the enemy. I do not disturb the final peace of righteous people. I only make the servants of the evil who are attacking me, repay for their actions, by letting them serve me. I am willing to prove myself to you, by fighting evil, and I will meet Diablo or Baal them self if it comes to that, but I will prove that I am not their slave. I will be true to my calling. On this venture I will not use the weapons of iron I were taught to use as your son, my wand and bow will be enough. I will go alone, only taking the help that are willingly given me. I will leave money, things, title and name. Henceforth I will be Jack Skellington, the necromancer. Goodbye Father. And with that he left his fathers castle, leaving the old grey-haired man looking thoughtful behind. After a long and tiresome journey he arrived at a camp of rouges. They asked him for help, as their homelands had been swarmed with evil. His mission had finally begun. This is my first atempt on a necromancer. He is going to be a fichymancer, untwinked, keeping the act 1 mercenay and SC.