Godless_

Ian Night’s life was a joke—until it wasn’t.

Betrayed, discarded, and left with nothing, he welcomed death when it came. But fate had other plans.

Reborn in chains, Ian awakens as a slave in a world where power is dictated by bloodlines and magic. 

While others wield fire and lightning, he is given dominion over something far more absolute: Death.

With every slain foe, every stolen soul, and every corpse bound to his will, Ian will carve his way from servitude to supremacy.

He will rise from the dirt. He will shatter his chains. And those who once cast him aside will learn what it means to fear the dead.

[Ability Unlocked: Soulbind – Bind the fallen to your will.]
[Absorb strength of fallen soul?]
[New Trait Acquired: Gravewalker – The dead whisper, and you listen.]

Kingdoms will tremble.
The weak will kneel.
And Ian Night will never be a failure again.

Or, like most in this cursed world, he’ll die trying.

Rebirth: Necromancer's Ascenscion

The tavern sat like a tumor would— at the edge of the gate camp — crooked walls, broken signage, and a roof stitched with rusted metal plates and scavenged bones.

Smoke poured from shattered windows.

The scent: sweat, blood, and sour ale hit Ian like a fist the moment the doors creaked open.

"Welcome," Lyra said with a grin, sweeping her arm theatrically as they stepped in, "to the end of the world."

Inside, the Tavern of the Damned was alive with chaos.

A bard with a shattered lute played nonsense chords in the corner.

Two masked duelists sparred with daggers atop a bar table.

A woman in gilded armor drank from a horn full of flame. And everywhere — packed elbow to elbow — were killers.

The damned and the damned-willing.

All gathered in this liminal space, standing on the edge of Hellscape, daring it to blink first.

Tavern Of The Damned