His name is Albertus and came long ago to this valley to protect the populace against the forces of evil.

Albertus was old and tired. Slowly he opened his eyes and first saw nothing. After a while a voice of a man whispered to him. “Master, we need you to live!”. He opened his eyes further and saw a young man standing by his bed. Albertus smiled and answered the man. “Grandson my time on this plane is over, for over 75 yrs I protected this valley against the forces of evil.

 Now there is nothing more I can do here”. “But you are wrong Master, two days ago we saw a legion of skeleton warriors marching this way. We need your magic to stop them.”. Albertus knew perfectly well that the forces of evil were aware that he was dying and were rushing to the opportunity to conquer this valley. “My grandson it is impossible even for me to protect the valley once more, even I cannot evade the inevitable. Everything must end, that is the way of things.” The man sighed and whispered. “But what must we do, what must we do?”. Slowly Albertus raised his hand and touched the face of his grandson. Why worry my grandson. Everything will be alright”.The man looked at Albertus ,and while he was still full of worries, laughed at him.

That evening Albertus died. The whole valley attended to his funeral. There was however little time to mourn. The legions of Evil were at two days march from the valley. And everybody knew that it was almost impossible to protect the valley without the help from the sorcerer Albertus. The people prepared themselves as good as they where able.

Swords where sharpened, pits dug, barricades formed and oil boiled. The grandson of Albertus prepared himself with the little magic he had learned from his grandfather. Lookouts were posted and everybody waited for the assault of the legions of darkness.

The morning of the 2nd day after the death of Albertus the legions of darkness reached the valley. With a eyrie scream the skeleton army attacked. First it seemed that the valley was empty but when the first skeleton warriors reached the barricades the defenders rose up. Arrows , boulders fire and oil were shoot and thrown over the barricades and the

first wave of skeleton warriors where annihilated. The people cheered and the grandson of Albertus treated the wounds of the people with his small magic. There was however little time to celebrate because the second wave of the minions of Mephisto attacked the stalwart defenders of the valley. Again the people threw oil and boulders down on the skeletons, and the skeleton army had to take tremendous loses. But at some places the barricades were

breached and the fighting continued inside the valley. But after a bitter fight the defenders of the valley managed to fend off the second wave of the skeleton attackers. Mephisto looked down on the valley and was not pleased. After the death of Albertus this valley looked like easy prey. But the defenders still were holding their ground. He wanted the spirits of the

defenders broken and fast. Slowly a diabolical plan formed in his mind and that night Mephisto laughed the first time he came to this valley.

The next morning the third wave of the skeleton army attacked and the people ,tired and wounded, rose up to defend their valley once more. The fighting was undecided and fierce. Suddenly a figure rose up from between the skeleton army. The people where stunned when they realised that the figure was the dead body of Albertus. Magic fire and lightning

rained down on the defenders and their lines broke. The grandson of Albertus saw all this in horror. He knew Albertus was pure of heart and could not be corrupted totally. All around him his comrades and friends died by the hand of Albertus and the skeleton army. Wounded and bewildered he charged toward Albertus. The dead and soulless Albertus attacked his grandson and killed him on the spot. Then suddenly a white light rose up from the body of his grandson and flew toward Albertus. And when the white light hit Albertus the grip of Mephisto on Albertus corps was broken. Albertus ,alive again, attacked the skeleton army and decimated it. Mephisto saw his defeat and cursed Albertus for eternity. With rage in his voice Mephisto spoke his curse. “You will live forever with the knowledge that you killed your own grandson and killed so much friends and family”..

Ashamed and full with grief Albertus left the valley and never returned to it.

After a while Albertus joined the clan Immortality. The name and its goal appealed to Albertus. And to this day he wanted to revenge the dead of his grandson and find a way to restore the live of his grandson. And perhaps to end the curse of Mephisto.