Rahkir Erythane of Undeath

I walk into the dark hall. The walls are wet, and sudden drops of water penetrate my silence. A spectral guardian blocks the entrance, but then reluctantly lets me through. I smile at him and shudder at the thought of all the elven children that he devoured.

I continue down the corridor. The kindreds. The guardians. The matures. The soldiers. Each kin gets stronger and stronger as I progress into the darkness. At last I encounter a dark room with a lone creature. Rahkir Erythane is his name and people call him the Antipaladin of Undeath.

Glancing upon the Dark-Knight, I see: a hulking physical form, lithe and muscled from years of battle, Rahkir Erythane was once Lord Talex's mentor, but eventuall was surpassed by the skill of his former student. Realizing Lord Talex's true power, he decided to become the General of his Unholy Force, second in command only to Lord Talex himself. He awaits the day his master will call for his services, and until that day guards the tomb with his unlife.

At times, Rahkir shudders and cries remembering the former power that he once had. As his eyes water, they fill with blood of the darkest red. A small pool of blood quickly forms at Rahkir's feet.

I asked about Rahkir's past... but only one word was uttered - DEATH. And with that, an image came before my eyes, as if a psionicist planted it in my mind: A village of gnomes and halflings and a pretty house of humans in the middle. A wave of fire. A wave of decay. A skeleton that slowly grows the flesh of undeath. A 12-year old boy becoming a kindred, a guardian, a mature, a soldier... becoming Rahkir Erythane the Antipaladin of Undeath. As the picture leaves my eyes, I shudder. Mass hysteria overcomes me and I attempt to word home. Yet, I fail. And as I run away from the Tombs, I hear a chuckle of Rahkir in my ears. Mua... muah... muaha... muahahahaha.