In a time before the existence of the present, the gods decided to create a plane of existence where all their creations could exist in the same place. In it, all would be fair, and all gaps between races and technological advancements could be crossed with a single system that the gods had created. Every year, the gods would choose a new race to put in their land, and in this new group of beautifully unlucky people, Alen, his friends, and a few people from Earth have finally met their turn to be tossed into the playground of the gods.
Unfortunately though, Alen was thrust into a forest of corpse-eating bears and horribly smelly undead on his first day, one of the many danger-zones of the continent the gods had chosen to throw them in. It would be easy to say that he simply died within the first day, or that he'd starved to death or whatever, but let's be honest...
That story would be no fun to tell, yes?
(Re-write of my first fiction with the same name.)
There's a re-write of the fiction out right now, and from what I've been told, it's gotten better.
Here's the link: http://royalroadl.com/fiction/13437/necromancer-and-co
I really just want to be free.
I want to just wander and see what the world has in store for me.
I won't get anywhere if I stay at this small little city, so why stay?
I heard there was some pretty nice things out there too, here's the thing that drives me forward though...
There's a place out there I want to reach. I don't know what or where it is, but I guess I'll know when I reach it.
But until then, I'll try to not get lost.
Extra genres: Comedy and Romance.