So, you really want to know about me? About the things I have seen? About the enigmatic necromancer? Well then, go ahead and grab my journal. But I have to warn you. Once you start reading it, there is no turning back. You have to finish the story from beginning to end. Or there's going to be consequences. That's the bargain. Still want to continue? All right. Don't say I didn't warn you. Let's start with the introduction. My name is Menandir. I'm a sorcerer of sorts. I haven't seen the sun or breathed the outside air for nearly a decade. Why? You'll find out soon. I spend most of my time brooding in my library, my wine cellar, and my workshop. A dull and solitary routine I wish to end, permanently. Well, that's the plan. Until a mysterious severed arm landed on my table, and ruined everything. It didn't only compelled me to leave my tower, but also pushed my mental and physical abilities to the extreme. Anyhow, that's the gist of it. If you still wish to know the rest of the story, then you know what to do. You nosy little worm!