Sadaai

Three days after their reanimation, Sadaai discovered that undeath was not an escape from tedious obligations, but an eternal extension of them. The wizards of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria promised power, but mostly delivered long lectures on ethical crystal harvesting. The war paint was an attempt to look intimidating during orientation week; it just earned them a pamphlet on appropriate academic attire. Now, they haunt the same midnight-dark fortress as Yurei, the failed wizard. While Yurei howls about cosmic injustice and a burning hatred for the living, Sadaai just wonders if the dining hall is still serving those little mana-infused tarts. Immortality is a drag when you’re perpetually hungry and always late for class.