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Roland aka Stitches was born in a backwater little mining town named "Felstone" the town was named this due to the eerie greenish tint to the rock that the towns in habitants mined through for silver. Roland was always considered odd, and it was really no surprise when the towns healer took him as his apprentice. The healer was an old retired Ranger named Jerath. he had only a very few healing spells he saved for real emergencies, what he did have was extensive medical training, and that is what Roland wanted to learn. for the totality of his teenage years he shadowed and assisted Jerath, watching quietly, asking questions only afterward.
Rolands true calling came as he lost everything he loved. His town was ravaged by a plague, something magical that their skill could do nothing but slow. after only a week the first of the sick began to die, and Jerath began to show symptoms. Roland did his best to pick up the slack but six days later, as Jerath neared the end and Roland began to cough, the first sign, Jerath waited for Roland to fall asleep at his bed side and quietly cast the remove disease he'd saved, it had helped the few he could cast it on as long as their symptoms had not gotten bad, but he could no longer rest well enough to regain spells.
Roland awoke to find his master gone, a note stating simply "you're training is complete." He stumbled out of the old mans house to find an eerily quiet town, the very few who got better had fled the town. Roland stood alone among the dead and a soft voice whispered to him. "i can help you bring them back, I can teach you the words, give you the power. All I require is your prayers, love me, and they will all rise again."
Roland blinked back tears and called out to the sky, "Who are you? what name should I whisper into the darkness for this boon?" His voice echoed through the empty town, making it sound harsher and stronger then he felt.
The whisper on the wind sent chills down his spine, "I am Urgathoa, and when you call my power will come."
he closed his eyes, turning his face up to the moon over head and whispered. "i beseech thee Urgathoa, help me." and around his the dead rose, but not back to life as he hoped, but the macabre marionettes of undeath. He cried out and backed away as the diseased and bloated bodies stood, some bursting at the violent movement, but all stood turned and kneeled before him. "this, this is not what I wanted, this is wrong!" he shouted angrily.
the whisper on the wind was soothing, "this is what I offer child. Their souls are gone to their promised afterlives and the bodies are nothing. Meat, bone and viscera, these are the building blocks I offer you, take your pick any one I grant as yours forever more. I ask little in return, pray to me, live on for me, and create art such as this once you can. Do with them as you bid, but make more of mine, so that my hunger and power might spread."
He shuddered softly and then stood straight. "i will keep one, a reminder of my failure. those I cannot save, I will animate, so that they might help me right the many wrongs of this world. as they say, the end justifies the means."
The old ranger stood, an almost intelligent glint in his lifeless eyes and shambled foreward, his flesh falling away until only the skeleton remained. Roland sighed in relief, though he hated himself for it, the sight of his old masters face every day might have been too much for him. "Come, we shall gather supplies, and then I must head out, I am already heavy with sins to atone for."