"The story thus far is a tale which begins at the end of how our Lord was removed from our world of Terra," began the Lich King who was now sitting upon a wicker chair in front of the four friends. Of whom were upon cushions of felt and feathers, with each a small tray of meats and snacks to enjoy during the story. "Afterwards, He, myself, and twenty others were transported from the Tribunal's gaze and upon a mountainside which overlooked a small village of Humans and Kin. This village was under attack by Orcs and Goblins, for some odd reason we never found out."

"Why not?" inquired Maya, whose eyes were large as she nibbled upon a strip of dark brown jerky.

"Because we slaughtered them, my dear," Brutus lightly replied, as though the matter was of no concern.

"The Orcs and Goblins?" Anasi blinked a few times as he reached for a bowl containing the Raneshi fruit, but paused and shook when the old Lich King responded.

"Them, along with the Humans and most of the Kin, though it seems he kept the Kin children around," he muttered this last part half to himself as his eyes, which were pinpoints of sky blue flames, drifted across the pages. Of which he simply shook his metallic skull for a few moments in order to turn back to the children.

"In any case, after the massacre took place, with yours truly at the head," his primary, right clawed fingertips were placed upon the centre of his chest as he spoke, "we each branched out in order to find, subjugate, and bring together the varying races surrounding the mountains nearest the village.

"Hmm," his voice hummed softly as he set the yellowed book off to the side, and reached into the air with his left, primary clawed hand. Whereupon he did tear through the fabric of reality in order to pull out a crimson and shadowed book. Of which contained dark pages with gold writings etched within.

"What's that, Uncle Brutus?" mewed Mia, who was now snuggling up to Nox's right side whilst nibbling on something called Fruit Leather.

"This is my own Story," chuckled Brutus, "It contains everything I have done thus far, and continues to write within its pages of what I am now currently performing. Such as reading you all a story of our Lord's past life. See?" He opened the book to the last page, revealing the words of what he spoke, as well as the conversations between himself and the children before his person.

To which the four before his eyes widened their own as they, as one, dropped their jaws in awe of such an item. However, before they could ask another query, the Lich King gripped the book with his lesser clawed hands, and waved at the pages with his primaries. This caused the pages to flutter softly, as they searched out the portion of his life which was relevant to the yellowed book's own.

"Ah," came a joyful and somewhat melodic sigh from Brutus, as the pages stopped in their flutterings in order to settle down upon the chapter of his life which mirrored the Ageless's own, "here it is.

"Now," his gaze turned towards the children who were awaiting the next portion of the story, "What happened after He sent us away from His side is where I shall begin, then briefly run over what occurred thereafter. Understand?"

*****

"Come along everyone," I waved the Undying over after our Lord bid us to branch out and find new members for our little village, "To make this easier, we'll split the party into four groups. Amira, you will take some of our forces to the north, Iinidra will head west, Rojaahn will go south, and the remainder will go with me to the east. Any questions?"

I asked this, just as everyone was already branching out towards their perspective directions, not bothering to look at myself, and leaving me with only two of the skeletal Human Undying. These pair decided to stick with my glorious self, but only due to the fact that they had to. For they were my bodyguards, as He had stated, but I really did not need them.

Anyways, the three of us headed east, or what I could only surmise as such a direction as the day star had not yet awoken from its slumber. Well, it was the only area that was open due to everyone else deciding to go the other routes. Which left us with the mountainous path which led to a swamp and a glade. Joy!

Well, let me tell you four something about the trek we three had. It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, full of flowers and butterflies. No. It was a swamp with the glade in its centre, and mud everywhere. Especially in between my bones, which was both disgusting and horrifying that I wish would never occur again, but that was a little too much to ask.

This trek took us a little past dawn, and it was here that we noticed something. We were heading west, not east. "Damnit," I growled at my own mistake, but instead of heading back, chose to press on until we reached the glade. Of which, by the by, we did not know about until we came upon such a thing.

When we did, however, we noted that it was full of half naked Fauns and Elves running about the area with gaiety as the day star continued to climb. No. They did not see us, but it mattered little to one such as myself. For I held the desire of death for all before my eyes, and enacted such a thing to the fullest.

Of which came as a startlement to those within such an area, as the Undead slowly rose up by the dozens. Each of them a transparent and ghostly green skeleton with rusted iron weapons, armour, and shields. "Attack," I cried out, and shoved my so called bodyguards towards the screaming Elves and Fauns. To which they gleefully ran towards the nearest group, swinging their metallic fists or stabbing into their quarries with extended claws.

"Oh, so much fun," my body twirled around on the spot, but stopped once I noted that a few of the naked Elves fought back with their pesky Nature Magicks. Of which tried to capture and subdue my summoned minions in order for others to escape. "Well, we can't be having any of that, now can we?" This was spoken to no one in particular, mind you, as I summoned up my own power. Which created a large thunderbolt before my metallic self, and launched with relative ease into the back of the nearest Elf.

It struck, and struck hard, causing its body to disintegrate into dust and ash, which startled the others to the point that they released my servants from their coils, and lashed out with their weapons of rusted iron. Thus ended the troublesome casters, or so I thought. For soon after such a spell was released, did I feel a pressure against my spine, below my rib cage.

Looking down, my eyes took note of what had occurred, and noted that my metal spine had found its way between two of the prongs of a trident. Of which was being wielded by a pale green Orc who trembled when my beautiful blue eyes fell upon his own. "First of all," I raised my right index finger when speaking to such an uncouth lout, "rude. Secondly, you have to buy me dinner first." My primaries rose to be placed upon alongside my cheek bones whilst turning away with some embarrassment, as my lesser claws pointed towards the Orc, electrifying its body to ash and dust.

"Whoops," mentally I was grinning like a madman, as I settled down to watch as everyone slaughtered those within the glade, only to take note of a few items here and there. Such as a roaming pack of Orcish brutes joining in the fray to help the Elves and Fauns to safety, as well as to lash out against those under my wondrous self. "Curious," was my only thought, as my body moved as though to stretch the muscles that ceased to exist so long ago.

For you see, my dear children, the Orcs and Goblins, Humans and Kin all banded together in order to fight off myself, our Lord, and the others when it became apparent that we were Undead. Yes. I would make mention this to Him, but for the time being, I focused more upon the battlefield, which was quickly becoming dyed a violet-crimson from the combined blood of Faun, Elf, and Orc.

"," spoke out an unknown language at the time, as a group of muscular Orcs of around two and a half metres in height bore down upon my person with greataxes raised at an angle. No doubt they would be used to cleave my beautiful body in a diagonal, but I would not allow such a thing to incur. Instead, I simply intoned a spell I've yet to use. One that simply needed me to raise up a single digit, which I did so towards the first of around eight burly individuals, and shouted, "DIE!"

A bolt of endarkened lightning streaked out of my raised index, striking the first one only four metres away. Nothing happened to its body, beyond the lightning strike, but it did keel over without anymore movement. Of which I took as a sign that it instantly killed the fool who stood against my decision for bloodshed.

However, there was a downside to such a power, one that no longer applies to the me of this age, but to my past self. Which was, I could use it only once per turn, but they did not need to know of this.