Posted by Morpork at April 26th, 2007

Some time ago, I was playing Heroes of Might & Magic V and the Queen’s most important spell was mirror army. And Raise Dead. So now it got me to think, if you were a peasant drawn by a queen you couldn’t care less about to fight an army of demons (or other peasants who refuse to join up) and you have a rake rudely stuck in your abdomen(or spleen, as grunts seem to enjoy getting hit at and complain about it.) , you’d prefer to lie in the mud and enjoy your death throes but noooo, the Queen casts a spell so you’ll rise from your muddy resort to fight it out again. And again. And again. The catch is, the spell expires after the battle. So what would you, the peasant be thinking before the spell expires?

Terry Pratchett really captured my imagination somehow. Good undead who sleep in their own graves and are key witnesses to their own murders. Vampires who write emergency notes on themselves when venturing out into the sun that says “Help! I’ve crumbled and cannot get up. Please sweep me into this vial of animal blood. Thank you in advance.” Good undead.  Wouldn’t it be nice to brag about fighting for your country in front of your grave in the war memorial? Never seen good undead anywhere else. Wizards who find out how to become liches are invariably evil. It is like science only science is always made for good but used for evil. Makes you wonder if you’d want to study Necromancy for the benefit of mankind if they offered courses for it.