I awoke with a tapping, a nagging distant truth unknown to me, gnawing at the embers within my mind and soul, until I dragged myself from the muck of the Udenfold canals and into a duel with a necromancer. I am undead, I am unknown to even myself and left with a powerful urge to understand Miasma, the currents that flow in the art of necromancy, coursing within my empty flesh and throughout these dangerous lands. I see the further undercurrents, the downtrodden and the injustice plaguing those around me, but there is hope if one is willing to learn, fight and heal. I am Jorm...and trust my very words...as swiftly as I recount my story, quill to scroll, I will bend this Kingdom until my past and my purpose for suffering this nightmare of an undead existence is brought into the light.