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Vlastoes shakes his as if to say no to the question presented by the paladin. I'm afraid your axe will not do the deed paladin. As for you not being alive I will explain that as well. Before you came down here I am sure that you noticed that the area you confronted the undead creatures was the ruins of city that was one a thriving port city centuries ago called Daunton. it was there that I was brought back to...life...through a ritual that had gone wrong. The ghostly figures ponders for a moment then continues...
Let me explain a bit further. Prior to myself dying the first time I was once a very powerful wizard. My heart was cold and I cared not for others. I used people and magic to gain even more power and my thirst for it was unquenchable. It eventually led to my downfall as I try to cast a spell that I was not powerful enough attempt. I was killed instantly and my soul was taken from me by a demon of which I care not talk of any further other than that I believed he harness my powers and used my skeletal remains to do his bidding. I was a slave so to speak.
All changed however when someone discovered my soul stone, and while trying to bring me back to life, for what ghastly purpose I have no idea, this ritual was interrupted by a party of adventures who killed the cleric who was trying resurrect me. Upon his death part of my soul became united or bonded with the soul of the one who played the cleric. As a result, I became a ghost of what was once myself, however, not one with the lust for power...but one who...wanted to help others...
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