A Lich? I guess I am, since I'm a self-made undead that uses magic. I'm not a necromancer though, I'm just an old enchanter that didn't want to die yet. I'm not planning to learn necromancy either, a trail of undead minions would be like carrying a giant banner saying "come subjugate me!" Also, spare me from centuries in a cpeepy black tower if you don't mind. I spent almost all my life indoors, for my unlife I'd like to travel a bit. I want to see the sights, the sounds, the... well... lets just focus on sights and sounds for now.
For those who don't like a skeletal MC, he will get a human-like body... eventually. I want him to have to work for it though.
This story is set in the same world as my short-story The Arrogant Young Master tramples the Heroes. Reading the prologue from that will explain a few things, but it's not really necessary.
