Introduction: Samical sat on his throne in contimplation as was his rutine. Being ten thousand years old gives a man a lot to think about. Suddenly a cold wind blew through his chambers, which is strange that he felt due to his undead nature. A figure cloaked in black carring a sickle apeared before him. Samical was not suprised as it was not unusial for him to recive visitors in this manor what was strage was what was said. "Son you have done me a great service in your extended lifetime but it is time for a new adventure. I have demmed you worthy to take on a new task and prove yourself once again. "With that the figure Raises his hand and dark streaks shoot accross the room to Samical. His defences should have stoped this apprent attack but the streaks didn''t stop. Samical with his jaw agape felt his being twist and reshape... but into what ?The cloaked figure stepped up to Samical, picked him up, and with that they were gone from the room....