Well, here you go then.
Health 550-1708 (+72.4)
Health rgn. 6.5-16.7 (+0.6)
Mana 270-727 (+26.9)
Mana rgn. 6.5-21.8 (+0.9
Range 125
Attack dmg. 58-117
Attack spd. 0.72(+0%-38.3%)
Armor 23.3-77.7 (+3.2)
Magic res. 32.1-53.4
Mov. speed 340
Tread carefully, little mage. We may speak for now, but know this. I am no golem. I am not here to obey you, or your spell. Concentrate, mage, while I tell you that which you wish to hear.
My life was one of servitude, of pain and thankless duty. I was bound to my master, as was he to our lord, and he to our Gods. Near the end of my life, I had nearly forgotten the decades of slavery and abuse I had endured. But this soon changed.
Something shifted within the sands. Our greatest seers fortold a legend, shown to them by the stars above. In this legend, a child, at the start of his life, would break free of his shackles, and become a true Champion of our people. Destined to slay kings and conquer land for his people, the boy would be taken under the wings of our most skilled warriors, and taught by our greatest scholars. Our lord addressed us, speaking down from his palace. He told us of the legend, and that his wise advisors would look among us for the boy of legend. I, of course, considered this nothing short of meaningless drivel, and made my way back home, to serve my master, as a slave should. However, I was confronted by the wisemen.
Our lord addressed us, speaking down from his palace. He told us of the legend, and that his wise advisors would look among us for the boy of legend. I, of course, considered this nothing short of meaningless drivel, and made my way back home, to serve my master, as a slave should. However, I was confronted by the wisemen.
They told me, of all people, that I was the child of legend. Me, a frail, worn, aging slave. We spoke briefly, as I, in my surprise, tried to explain to them that I was many years too old to be a child, but they did not care. I was whisked away to our Lord's temple, where I would spend the rest of my days, learning the intricacies of war and combat.
It was not long before my Lord took interest in me. He told me constantly that I would bring glory to our people. That we would not be forgotten. His interest was strange, but his hope was infectious. I trained until I could train no more, when my hair was white, and bones grew weak. For years, I was under the watchful care of the wisemen, who did not seem to age.
Laying upon my deathbed, I begged them to explain to me what was happening. Why I had not been conquering for my people, and why my ageless wardens remained strong as I grew frail and pathetic. They told me everything. I would be an icon for our people. An undying warlord, driven to conquer and destroy.
It was as if my strength had returned in full. My rage consumed me, as I lashed out at the wisemen. Rising from my bed, I struck them down, finding that my caretakers were long dead. In anger, I ravaged the vile liches. From their chests, I tore shining, evil gems, and tossed them to the ground, watching as they faded away.
It was not long, however, until I was taken away. Dragged to the temple, I fought with what little strength I had left, though it accomplished little. The Lord's personal guard forced me into an ornate coffin, as the Lord approached. We spoke briefly, as he expressed his grief, as he could not join me in undeath. Closing his eyes, his face betraying his anguish, as he plunged a jagged blade into my chest.
For more time than I can know, I have been caged in that tomb. I miss my life, even though I was still a slave. I miss my freedom, though I spent my time held prisoner in the temple. I miss my Lord, though he condemned me to an eternity of pain and regret. But now I have a purpose. I have heard of your League, where kings, princes, lords and masters battle for glory. Finally, my time has come, and I can fulfill the prophecy.
"Whenever I wish I hadn't gained my power, I remember one thing. I would have encountered that mummy before I'd reached any treasure" ~Shilas