Mortis arrived at the city of Lost Haven. Traveling there had cost him much of his magic and as he lay in the crypt meditating he formulated his plan. He could feel the pull of his Phylactery now it whispered to him in the silence of the crypt clawing at his being, wanting to be found. He rose his strength returning to him as the ritual was complete. He cast his eyes over the darkness around him he could easily see the handcarved coffins within was the bodies of those long since dead.

His fingers trailed across the coffins these were the places that Mortis loved to visit. The next best thing would be death in action right in front of him. What he would give for another world war. His strength as he strode the battlefield during those war was breathtaking. Not that he needed to breath. The memories of the fun he had during those days distracted him from the flashlight and gun aimed at his back, a security guard for the crypt had snuck up on him when he had been reminiscing the old days.

“Hands up buddy. No funny buisness. This crypt is off limits to civilians. Family members only and you’re no family member I’d recognise you.”

Mortis turned around slowly his robes swirling beneath his feet. The guards confident body language changed as he saw Mortis’s face. “Duh-Duh-Don’t move. I know how to use this thing.”

Mortis regarded the man with disdain. [color=FFA07A]”I’m certain you do. However mere bullets will do little damage to me”[/color] Mortis swiftly closed in on the man who fired his gun into Mortis’s chest. Grabbing the man by the throat he lifted him off the ground staring into his terrified face.

With his free hand he gestured towards the crypt the sound of coffins opening echoed in the confines of the crypt. Ten corpses shuffled out of their confines and stared at Mortis, eyes full of hunger. These were simple zombies, infected with magic a single bite which if left untreated would transform the infected into a mindless zombie hungry for flesh. Tossing the man into them they pounced on him with surprising reflexes tearing at him with their rotting teeth. The man’s screams were like symphony to Mortis who clicked his fingers once the man had stopped screaming. He waited for a moment and the dead man's corpse got to its feet looking at him expectantly. 

This area wouldn’t work for a laboratory. Too many people came here. Leaving the crypt his newly created zombies followed him. Finding a deserted house on the outskirts of Lost Haven he began to set up his laboratory, here he would create the army he needed and with that army he would march upon the house and the person who held his Phylactery. It was a little overkill but he would take no chances. As he prepared his equipment he began his work. These zombies would make perfect ghouls and would allow him to gather more bodies, either by grave robbing or by picking people of the streets. 

Smiling again he looked at the equipment he had set up on the table and began….