Notes from author
\\"I... No. No. Frampt, you are wrong. What you did is not ascension. You made corpses. You took their humanity. But I've been to the Tomb of the Giants, been slaughtered by countless undead, I've visited the Archives and been killed by a dragon... It's past time for this.\\" - Ser Raelon.
As a child, Raelon was born into and grew up in the Zenan middle class. Sometimes he did not eat, sometimes he did not have a warm bed. It didn't deter him from the course he set himself on- Raelon wanted to be a knight.
When Raelon was fourteen, Zena was attacked by Catarina. The Catarinas razed all but the impenetrable castles. That included Raelon's hometown- Jigaros. He and his mother managed to escape, but his brother, father, and niece were killed.
The duo fled to Vinheim, land of promise. When Raelon was twenty-three his mother passed, for the flu had taken her life and thousands of others in the epidemic. Raelon, now truly alone, walked.
For five years.
He ended up in the Fivefinger Delta, a place much in need of protection from local bandits. The lords of the feudal land were accepting knights, so Raelon signed as one. Under Lord Tirius Eldhart II, Raelon became a knight of extreme prowess. He was capable of handling three of his brethren at a single time. Extremely skilled, he quickly rose to the rank of the commander.
Then came the day Catarina bandits attempted to sack his land.
The knights of spring, they had been called by some. Boys in their father's clothes, they had been known as. When the bandits came along, it was Raelon who slew their chief, Raelon who pulled two locals from a burning farm, and it was Raelon who wandered the battlefield after the smoke settled, cutting the throats of the remaining enemies.
Then he turned undead.
What was a fresh start for Raelon became hell. Driven out by his comrades and captured by clerics, Raelon's already troubled life became a spiral into the darkness of Hollowing.
