Radament was part of the original Horadric group.
Upon his death, per Horadric rites, he was mummified and buried in Aranoch.
Centuries later, Radament, who awakened, left his tomb and made his lair to Lut Gholein.
At first, the creature raided the town at night, and among his victims were Atma's husband and son, who failed to meet his requirements.
Eventually, Radament was barricaded within the sewers. However, he still took victims, be it travelers or even the locals, hacking off their limbs.
Some of the 'unusable' victims washed up in the city's sewers, often missing limbs or heads, and their bodies had always been skinned.
As it was hard to maintain a body without some spare experimental parts, as he craved desperately to live again in a regular body, but thanks to the world naturally rejecting his body, none of the parts that be collected to preserve himself would last against the taint that grew more powerful as time went by.
Every now and then, a would-be hero headed into the sewers to confront him but failed to slay the creature, becoming part of his army or a part of him.
The town's mercenaries planned to send an organized group into the sewers to kill the creature, but they couldn't afford the chance of losing any men with the trouble plaguing the desert.
Thus the declining situation that ate away at the very foundation of the once beautiful city!
But now, someone that met his criteria had willingly entered his home ground, and he felt the capabilities of the person who used the power that he once sought a very long time ago!
Now with an undead army surrounding them from all sides, he ordered his army to kill them.
In a crazed tone and desperation, Radament ordered while pointing at the man who owned the body to bring him to life.
"Kill them, and bring me his corpse! I-NEED-THAT-CORPSE!"
As he joined the assault by creating poison orbs that flew toward's Walter's group!
Yin and Balter, who now had numerous scars on his body, worked together to destroy those orbs before they reached their group.
Yin used exploding arrows to do the job if by any chance she missed, while Balter would kick or throw any undead in reach towards the orbs that exploded on impact!
Yang was making full use of her iron body and swift strike with her whip to deal with the burning archers, while Jekyll was covered in arrows looking like a pincushion, but none of the arrows seemed to faze him as he crushed a good number of the undead with his new mace~
With the positions taken by his summons, Walter felt that things were going rather well as the undead were being dealt with so quickly while Quinn made full use of its blood drain skill 'stunning' the enemies in place every time the skill was activated.
But then, a small piece of the ceiling cracked and fell onto Walter's shoulder, causing him to flinch before looking up.
"ah fuck me!"
Trisha quipped!
"Sure! when we are done with this place!"
Walter immediately replied as he tensed up.
"No, Trisha! that's not what I meant!"
Almost immediately, he regretted being so cocky and for thinking that things were going smoothly.
Upon looking up, there was a child-sized version of someone that looked oddly familiar. She had long red hair, two extra pairs of limbs holding her up, and hooves for feet.
If Walter didn't know any better, he could already assume that it was Andariel, but her face was that of Silvia's!
"DIE!"
With a terrifying scream, The demoness jumped at him like a spider monkey exposing her naked glory!
Walter scream in surprise since the memories of before still haunted him and while the sex was excellent the sight of her body at the time wasn't!
"AAHHHHH!!!!"
But luckily for the man, something got in her way, it was his current loyal bodyguard that raised his spear before crashing his spear's shaft that smacked her away!
Berhald made a low grunt as the demon that he hit was a bit stronger than the last one he resisted causing a crack to be heard from his right wrist.
The goatman passed his spear to his left hand then shook the other, causing a few crackling sounds to be heard.
While it relieved the pain somewhat, he had to rely on his own recovery abilities since Berhald was outside the range of the Sanctuary skill, not that his opponent would let him enter it, and he had his own duty to fulfill!
However, his summoner had other ideas, as Walter relayed an order.
"Berhald, while the others are taking care of the soldiers, you take down Radament, leave this demonic bitch to us!"
The goatman looked to his summoner with a worried face, only for his fellow kin to join in.
"Oh, hurry up already, you big oaf! I'll be here to help the master!"
Tarka, who was covered in rotting flesh and blood, emerged from the shadow behind Walter, nearly causing him to jump in surprise!
Right now, Silvia, who had a form similar to Andariel's, may have lost all of its magic, but she had incredible strength thanks to her well-trained body, thus the increase in strength.
On the other hand, Trisha wasn't able to react calmly to this as she snapped halfway, shrieking at the end.
"How dare you take control of her body! Die YOU BITCH! DIE!"
Thus began a rain of arrows that destroyed some of the walls giving the undead the upper hand again!
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Meanwhile, thanks to the combined efforts of everyone, Berhald managed to reach near the greater mummy whose body gained a red hue from his erratic emotions, and the arrival of the goatman made the monster focus its hollowed eyes towards his opponent.
As Berhald proclaimed while pointing his spear towards Radament in a threatening manner.
"By the will of my master, I will slay you!"
The undead giggled before retorting.
"KEKEKEKE! Your 'master' will be long dead before you even manage to scratch me!"
There were no more words that needed to be exchanged as the goatman dashed forward while thrusting his spear, nearly meeting the throat of the undead by mere inches but a loud screech followed as the spear scraped loudly against the protection that Radament had set up.
It was a mana shield!
Then when Berhald was about to attack again, his target teleported to his right as the elongated arm with a claw of the undead nearly punctured his skull as he dodged by jumping backward as a gash was left on the bridge of his nose.
Then Radament explained a few things in the amusement.
"I may be a necromancer and the leader of this army undead, but by no means does that allow you to assume that I am weak~."
Berhald noticed that the gash that he received started to ooze out darkened blood, as he suddenly felt a little weaker, bringing him to one knee.
The undead that he was facing shrugged while snorting, then he continued his prattle.
"You see, I have been down here for so long, and with so many 'willing' test subjects that came to my lair almost every day, this allowed me to make a few changes to my overall physique."
It was then that he ripped off the bandages that covered his body, fully exposing the patches and stitch marks that were left before continuing on in a loud and proud manner with both arms raised high.
'I used body parts of some of the most excellent mages to the strongest of warriors that this land could provide! but that isn't enough, I needed so much more as their bodily traits would remain, but in a few week's time, it would dissolve away as if trying to catch up to my age."
Then he looked towards Walter with a mad gaze that carried insanity and his extreme obsession with living again!
"Now, not only did I finally find the perfect body but a chance to gain the power that can do so much more in my hands!"
Radament shook as if in ecstasy, but something unexpected happened.
*BAMMMM*
A heavy fist slammed into the side of his face, easily destroying his mana shield sending the undead to the wall.
*clink clink clink*
this was the sound that he heard as the figure of Berhald loomed over him.
The goatman hated himself for being weak in the past unable to protect his master on multiple occasions.
Thus he tried other methods on their way here to make himself capable of supporting his former leader, from increasing his poison resistance to learning their old dreadful skill that could backfire on him.
Berhald emitted steam as armor covered his whole body, only partially exposing his bloodshot eyes that had turned white thanks to his current skill.
It was something similar to berserk. It was just that in this case, he could still keep his mental faculties working, but it should never be used longer than 5 minutes.
As it isn't your body that is being pushed beyond the limit, but your very soul!
The goat men called it 'unshackled.'
Berhald released a volatile roar before continuing his vicious assault upon this undead!.