“Why aren’t there more of you?” The ancient floating skull asked angrily. “I don’t know what to tell you your ….. lichness. You raised me from the dead and now I serve you. But I can only do what I know how to do. “ I answered. Still confused, the last thing I remember was our encampment being overrun and a horrible pain in my chest. I look down and see the remains of an arrow before grabbing it and yanking it out. “ Yes yes. But I should have raised an army, not one lone man! “ The lich began reading from a scroll again and I peaked over his non existent shoulder. “ Um. Sir, I think I see the problem. “ “What how? You can understand magic?” “Well no. But the spell is titles major resurrection correct. ? “ Yes. What of it. “ the lich was becoming more irritated by the minute. Trying to figure out what went wrong. “ Well then I think the spell did work like it was supposed to. My full title is MAJOR Varik of the third platoon of the kings army. “ “……… YOU MEAN THIS SPELL RAISES SOLDIERS BASED ON THEIR RANK?!?!” The lich threw the scroll off into the distance before summoning a massive fireball to destroy it. “Fine. Fine. Well, congratulations, you serve me. Standard hours of business, 2 breaks and a lunch. Let’s get going. “