Death's Lullaby

Ursus groans as he finds himself past deaths door once more, on the blighted side of the stream. As Ursus looks around him, twisted dead shuffle and groan as they hunger for a soul. This time, he knows what to do. Diving into the Dark Stream, he swims with the current, not letting the under-tow swallow him up before reaching the other shore. Once there he is greeted with familiar faces, to whom he nods and passes by, both friend and foe, including many whom he had slain, all standing together mixed in with faces he does not know; beast and humanoids alike. In harmony they sing for the fallen, and for justice as they stand in opposition of the blight that plagues the lands of death. What was once a new place to call home is now a hellscape. No rest for the good or the wicked, especially not the wicked. The moans of torment are enough to drive one mad, and once you've lost it you become one of them. Others parish to the Dark Stream which does not discriminate, devouring hero's and villains alike. Ursus strolls further in past the swamp lands, whole days passing in the normal world, equating to months here. Singing the sounds of magic to himself to prevent madness he presses further into the hell until he finds an old ruin arcane castle that is nestled into a blacked pine forest. Inside are many a crystal, artifacts and tome's of forgotten knowledge and power. It is here, he would build up a fortress to stage the resistance from. For now, studying is a must and it is here he remained reading until his form was restored. After what became years of reading, a portal opens before him as the lands of Frosa beckon him back to keep it safe. With a sigh of relief he returns to his body and snaps out of its icy shell. "Out from the new moons darkness I come. And I come with power, and hunger, and ill omens."