Reincarnated With A Undead System?

On a world full of magic and beauty there lies a savagery of epic proportions. The five main species Man, The Fallen, Oriona, Orc, and Demons. A place where many wish to go yet once there none last long... For this world is plagued by death and destruction. The god's of this place look down in horror as there subjects kill each other over and OVER! Man, A jack of all trades. The Fallen, a holy species once known as angels now with black wings they are superior mages. Oriona, Tall as a man strong as a Orc the Oriona are blacksmiths by trade and warriors by choice a code they live by. Orcs a tribe of Orcs can destroy an entire city in one night, A tribe being two hundred Orcs, they follow the berserkers path. Demons also called Devils, The smarts of the bunch, They are sly, crafty, and most of all small beings, The Fallen call them Halflings. Yet there are six gods that thrive here. Domor a Gal of exploration or many skills Mans Madden goddess. Angel a master of magic the Fallen's goddess. Orion A warrior who smiths his own armor and weapons, Oriona's god of choice. Jester a being of few words yet quick to a fight the orcs are his to command. Sly is he who goes by Fox for they are a serpent of hell's Halfings. One more who's name is forgotten by time. He who stood and made a deal. The Reaper rises and claims his rightful spot on this world! As Death it's self looms ever closer... His is the Undead, Soulless, Damed, Cursed, Possessed, many names they've been called... The Nome* Of Death shall rise!

On a bloody battlefield no sound was heard for neither army was there currently But the body's of the fallen were. Suddenly a sound could be heard, "Urg, Where am I?" {Ding! host has awoken in a battlefield dense with corpses and death aura.} "...HUH!" {It is recommended that Host quickly absorb the aura of death to strengthen himself! And to call upon the souls of those who've fallen here to rise once more if they so d.e.s.i.r.e.} "...Okay then I'm just gonna go... Over there!" One of the corpses slowly stood and walked toward a tree around 5 feet away from the battlefield.

'My name is... Fenrir. A wolf in Norse mythology. Ok so what is happening to me.' as Fenrir think about what is going on a voice could be heard. "That my boy is rather simple." This voice belonged to a figure standing about 2 feet away from Fenrir. This figure was clad in a cloak and black leather armor from what Fenrir could see. "What to you mean." Fenrir asked as he looked straight at the figure. "Simple first off," The cloaked man waved a hand... It was bone. This however didn't shock Fenrir as much as what happened next. You see Fenrir was a walking corps a zombie a you could say, After that skeletal hand waved however... His heart started to beat, His bones once brittle and broken fixed themselves all wounds healed and all rotten flesh repaired. He was something of a human once more.

"You my boy are my first champion on this land and I have but one task for you." Death Stated as Fenrir said, "So I'm a reincarnated person that you summoned here to what have a Army of death arise from the grave and concur the world?" Fenrir was joking until, "Close. An army of Undeath or death in a way I suppose, Your powers of necromancy change the very nature of those you call forth yes they can be your standard undead, Mummy's, Zombies, Draugr, Death Knights, yada yada yada. But they can also be Like you." Death said in response to the joke of course the next question we can all guess, "By like you I mean a Reaper. That is your species. Your Blood line is that of an king of death. Which by the way controls both undeath and death magic... Oh and your almost immortal. Having said that, Goodbye and make use of my gift!"

Fenrir Just stood there and thought long and hard. However his plans were completely thrown out the window when he thought, 'I wonder if I can see my STATS' {Host currently does not have access to said information. (Bleep Bleep) Mission received. Survive the demon hunts tell night fall. Rewards 1 beginners pack. Failure is death. It Is recommended that host quickly absorbs all death energy nearby. As well as summons a reapers horse and starts to run.} (Time tell the demon hunt begins 2:30) Knowing that to fool Hunters and to escape with his life He would need to be fast and smart, 'If I run I'll leave tracks... If I fight alone I shall die... Hmm what if I... Ha that might just work! After he thought this he dived into the mass grave that he awoke in, for he may be confused but he sure as hell didn't want to die.

3 hours have gone by when the hunters arrived at the Battlefields location. A pile of corpses that were supposed to be there were missing. "It would seem the reports of a demon being here were correct." A man wearing a white robe and holding a staff ,a priest it wold seem, stated. A Man wearing white steel armor looked around and said, Indeed Brother Ricto indeed." This was a knight of the holy goddess and his priest. Brother Ricto turned around to look at the twenty or so soldiers that followed them here, "Search every where! We must find this demon! FOR THE GODDESS DOMAR!!!" The soldiers screamed out in response, "DOMAR!!!" Before their search began.

Behind one such soldier a pair of Dark red eyes opened, a mouth of pearly wight teeth shined in a smile, A laugh that made hair stand on end sounded out as did a scream of terror and pain. The Troops raced over only to find the head of their comrade staring at them blankly with eyes of death.