- Location
- Castle Oblivious
I look as something dark, disturbing and horrible happend."My title is Mordekaiser, roughly translated: Emperor of Death" I said, to myself as much as to him. "I think. I had a German title but Germany didn't actually exist, so i never got the language package."
Emerging into the field of slaughter, I let loose my spell. Dark mist spread from my golden gauntlets and spread over the aftermath. Shadowy tendril of necromancy carressed the deceased, pulling their souls back into broken shells, cursing them with unholy existence.
One by one, they rose. They stood on broken legs. They crawled on twisted arms. Some, whose limbs were too damaged for locomotion, found themselves flopping about like macabre parodies of particularly fat slugs. The baleful blue light on undead poured from within each and every single one. Collectively, they turned to their master.
They turned to me.
I can I resist?
I yell "Actually, Emperor of Death would be Kaiser des Todes, if my memory -both my own and Jospehs- is right! For you see, Kaiser translates to emeperor while tot translate to death. So in plural, Todes. Morde is probally more morte, which I think is latin? So your titel would more TodeKaiser. However that can problaly mean dead emperor too!" Yes, I was argueing German translations with a necromantic armour man while swing from vines spawned from my soul and slashing at a motherfucker Kraken.
Might lighten the mood a bit, you know, with all the enslaving the dead against their wil thing.