Long time ago
In a forest full of dark green pines--a fire burned.
The world was darker during these times,
bartering, meat and cold s** was all that mattered.
In the depths of the dark mystical forest where nobody dared go;
crystal balls foretold your destiny,
potions that would alter reality were made,
and cold rusty chains held a decomposing skeleton as they waited upon their next god ridden victim.
This was the place where the necromancer's sorcery happened, deep within.