Jorge

"There was an occasion when I encountered a patient with a most curious affliction. Though long dead, he was convinced that he was still living." - Excerpt from notes by High Archpriest Lightlocke No one remembers the name of the battle where Jorge lost his life. He was but one of dozens of poor souls lost amid a barren battlefield. But unlike his brother-in-arms, Jorge did not succumb to the peaceful slumber of death. His first memory after catching an arrow to the eye began with the shrill scream of a terrified child. Confusion seized the poor soldier. Where was he? Why were people backing away? And what was wrong with his hands? The uproar around him faded into dim humming as he turned his hands over, staring at the leathery, dry skin caked in flaking blood. Frightened, Jorge fled to the woods. He found a stream where, to his horror, he beheld his own reflection. He saw a rotting skeleton with grey skin drooping from exposed bones and insects crawling through his exposed ribcage. Jorge was dead. He traveled the boglands of Tya, cloaking himself to avoid attention and never lingering long in one place. He despaired. Why had he been denied death? Would he be hated forever? These thoughts were plaguing him when he heard a cry from shadowed alley one night. Jorge hurried towards the sound and discovered a merchant being robbed by thieves. Reflexively, Jorge fell upon the thieves, disarming one and frightening the others so badly that both fled. To Jorge's surprise, the merchant thanked him profusely. Unbothered by Jorge's gruesome appearance, the merchant suggested that Jorge might put his skill with the blade and gruesome appearance to use in their employ. And so Jorge found a new purpose as Tya's greatest undead mercenary.