"Human," the petite girl-who-is-not-a-little-girl looked up and down at my new figure. It seems luck was on my side, as I had four arms instead of four legs. The skeletal body was rather interesting, and I could see why they are a force to be reckoned with. Just like in other games and novels, my skeleton body had unlimited stamina, did not need to eat, nor did it need to sleep. At that time, I did not even feel as tired as I would have playing other games. The body I had could probably go on indefinitely, or until its untimely demise.

"Human," she began once more, "Or should this one call you Undead?"

"You may call me anything you wish, but not late for dinner." I felt like grinning at the cheesy joke, if it weren't for the fact that I was now eternally grinning at the world.

"This one does not understand, but no matter. What is the name of your new body, so that this one may address you properly?"

"Karastak," I said almost instantly, "It means-"

"Man upon the Parapet. This one knows, Karastak, as this one's world has such a word within it." She sighed, looking up at my head, then looked around for something. Before I could figure out what she wanted, I sat down and crossed my legs. My upper hands balled into a fist, and rested knuckles down upon the ground while my lower hands held the skeletal head. "Ah. This one is grateful."

She took a deep breath, then exhaled it slowly, "Undead Karastak. For giving this one a new interest, we, the Pantheon, task you with showing this world what it truly means to be an Enchanter."

I blinked, cocking my head to the side in confusion. "This one found EQ to be entertaining, most particularly its Enchanter class. Therefore, this one wishes to see what this class can truly do upon our world of Azzarath. Undead Karastak," she pointed a translucent finger at us, which began to glow bright, "give us entertainment, and this one will forever be grateful."

The bright light leapt from her finger, and engulfed my skeletal body. It was far too bright, and I tried, in vain, to shield my eyes as information began to flood my mind about everything of the enchanter class from the game I played before. I felt as though my mind would explode from the torrent of information, and when I thought I could stand no more, sweet, blissful darkness claimed me and I knew no more.

*****

"What is that?!" Someone exclaimed quite loudly, even as others tried to quiet them, they could not take their eyes off the creature in the center of the room. The room these people stood in was an antechamber of a ruined cathedral on the border of the human nation, Zanderfall. They were looking for treasure, as well as random artifacts that will grant them additional coin from one of their leading churches. The room they had opened into had seen better days. The red carpet was in tatters, and a nest of rats could be seen in a far corner, where many had torn it up to make most of it. There were tattered tapestries still hanging along the walls, and even one was stretched and nailed to the ceiling. The one on the ceiling, though faint, could still show a great battle depicted within its threads.

However, what really caught the peoples' eyes was the giant remains of a monster sitting upon a gilded throne. The throne seemed to be made up of solid gold, and still had many jewels embedded within. To the right of the skeleton, however, was a suit of armor that stood at attention. On its right arm was a plain, iron tower shield, but strapped around the waist was what appeared to be a diamond encrusted scabbard. Where the blade was, was anyone's guess, and as the party shuffled slowly into the room, they took stock of what they could see and touch.

"Best avoid those two for now," muttered a male in a suit of dented, iron armour, "It might be a trap of some kind." The rest of the party nodded, and moved about the room with practiced ease. Unbeknownst to them, however, they were being watched by a pair of flaming green eyes. These eyes belonged to none other than the skeletal creature in the center of the room, who simply watched the party of adventurers pick over the meager treasures and dusty artifacts.

One such artifact was being held by what looked to be a small girl-child, who had taken it from the only desk in the room. This one grew curious, lifted the artifact, which turned out to be a box, and pushed up on the lid. Music, faint, but pleasing to the ear, flowed throughout the tiny room. Though it lasted only for a brief heart beat, the girl-child became startled, and snapped the lid closed. She sighed heavily, trying to calm her fast beating heart. However, she failed to notice the giant skeleton behind her. Shouts were heard, and she dove to her right just as four fists slammed down onto the desk, smashing it into dust and splinters.

The suit of armour, which was standing at attention moments before, was now holding the tower shield in front of the skeleton, protecting it from the group. The group, who was currently readying themselves for a tough fight, were surprised to see the skeleton step to the armour's immediate left. It placed its four arms across its breast bone, then said in a deep, haunting voice, ">." The skeleton glowed a sickly green, and began to shrink in on itself. From its torso down to the tip of its bony tail, it folded in on itself, and shined with an unholy light. Though its arms and head also folded in on themselves, its two emerald eyes flowed outward, and embedded itself into the forehead and back of the skull. This happened just as the head became to shape of a standard pommel, the arms a hilt, the neck its grip, and the rest of its body into the blade of a Longsword.

All of this happened in a span of a few heartbeats, and the sword simply floated in the air next to the suit of armour. The armour then gripped the sword, swung it around with practice ease, and charged the group. No battle cries were heard as it charged them, to which they scattered as it ran through the wall opposite it. They could see it turn around, and charge back towards them. However, instead of it holding a large tower shield, it held a smaller kite shield. Unfortunately for them, one of their party members, a female in a white robe, was slashed across her left arm. Normally a cut like this was easily patched up, except for the fact that the blade was imbued with a basilisk's poison. It was said that a single drop, no matter how diluted, was enough to kill a thousand strong warriors, and this cut across her arm left her screaming for only a moment, before her body decayed faster than normal.

She would not be resurrecting any time soon.

"RUN!" Shouted the one in dented armour, who turned towards the opened wall, and dove through. He was soon followed by the remaining party, who were too scared to fight back against the armour and its poisoned weapon.

Once they were gone, however, the armour dropped the sword, which floated for a time before reshaping itself into the giant skeleton it once was. "Such a pity," it muttered to no one in particular, as it stared at the remains of its first victim in the new world.

*****

One Hour Prior

I had awoken to find myself in a shadow filled room. Truth be told, it was filled with dust and mold that, if I had a pair of lungs, I would have suffocated right then and there. Looking down upon myself, I could see I was without an outfit to wear. It was fine, of course, being a skeleton did exactly mean I was entitled to outerwear. No, but it would have been easier to move about the open with something on. It was then that I realised something about myself. I was six meters tall, had four arms, a tail, and my bones were coated in poison. No doubt it was the basilisk's, but it also meant any sort of clothing, unless protected well, would degrade almost immediately upon touching it.

With a heavy sigh, I sat down upon the only chair that didn't disintegrate at a touch in the room, and began to contemplate what to do. This was when another thought flashed through my skull, 'My magicks.' Leaping to my feet, a plethora of information began to flow into me. Most of the information was the same; say its name, and visualise what you think it does. "How odd," I muttered in the silence, "You'd think there was more information than just this." I shrugged, then remembered, "Ah. It's another game's magick, so I guess they just want me to figure it out for them. Let's see now..." I looked about the room, and spotted a pile of ancient armour that desperately needed repair, or a trip to the furnace to be melted down for scrap.

As I approached, a spell came to mind, ">," and watched as tendrils of silver magick flowed from my body, tiring me for a moment, and entered the pieces of armour. The silver magick began to pull the armour into the air, whereupon it began to construct itself into a venerable suit of armour. However, because it did not have any weapons, I had the option of either creating some either by hand, or summoning temporary ones to last for a day. I chose the latter, but only summoned a large tower shield. I did not feel I could stand if I made it a weapon, too.

I did notice, after sitting back down into the chair, that I had the spell to actually become a weapon like a sword, axe, or spear. However, these were only in their basic form, and would need experience to have the rest available. Unfortunately, before I could do anything, I heard movement coming from outside the room. After panicking for a brief moment, I took on a pose of a dead monster lying in a chair, but forgot to give a command to my new walking suit of armour. Instead, it just stood at attention off to the side.

Just as I felt as though my non-existent heart could take no more, a door opened, and I heard, "What is that?!"

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AN: OP MC is OP. For those wondering about what sort of spells he'll be using, I'll leave a link at the bottom. Just note, it won't be everything, and the spells' names will be changed accordingly. As always, folks, leave a comment on whether or not you like it, or have a question thus far.

EQ Enchanter Spells