[ WP ] A dark necromancer and a shining paladin face off for battle . Make the necromancer heroic , and the paladin villainous .

As much as I loved reading LOTR, it was the most inaccurate BS I've read so far. You see, while you humans live in upper earth, we live in lower earth, not middle earth. Middle Earth is for the Sci Fi world. Also, Tolkien forgot to explain one major concept. Death is not something that each person just has to have. It is given by necromancers. There's a certain amount of it that each'mancer gets. It's up to him to apportion Death as he sees fit. Necromancers ca n't die themselves, which means that they can hold up some of that Death, which would otherwise go to you humans ( Death rises very quickly, fast enough to pass through the Middle Earth ). A while back, the incompetent King and his `` scholars'' had hypothesized that we were Death. Which is incorrect. We HOLD Death for you. So we had nowhere to go but the darkness. There, some of us writhed into the corrupt creatures that you think of. But some of us, we are guardians of life. So there I was, in my library, setting up a D & D game my homies and I were going to play that night. I hear a knock at the door. I was about to use a spell to open it, but the door was rudely knocked down. 
 `` WRAITH! You are CONDEMNED to DEATHHHH'' 
 Wow. Politically Incorrect. Wraiths are down the hall and to the left. We are Necromancers, thank you very much. 
 `` Bow down before the might of King Charlemagne or I shall be forced to use my spells!'' 
 Bruh, calm down. Oh I forgot to mention, we are formed into existence outside time or space. From there, we can jump to any time we would like. I spent a good chunk of my time in the 21st century, so that explains my `` tendencies.'' Anyways, I was starting to have enough of this guy. 
 I waved my hand towards the walls, and everything started to shift into a battle field. We were now on grass, a full open arena. A few hundred yards from us were weapons, maces, lances, broadswords, shields, you name it. It was for him, but I doubted that he would need them. Judging solely from looks, this guy knew what he was doing. 
 `` LUCEIS LUX!'' 
 His Latin seemed a little bit off. Well I guess all these paladins are the same: reading from old books with incorrect grammar. A bright light appeared. This guy. Who does he think he is? 
 
 Death defeats life, as Darkness consumes light. With a snap of my fingers, tendrils grew from my robes and ate away at the light. 
 `` You can not defeat meeeee!!!'' 
 Alright. Fuck you. I dropped my arm down to my side. The sleeves of my robe hung down a little bit lower. My scythe descended from the sleeve into my hand. I hate killing people like this. Ordinarily I would give them some Death but yknow, exceptions for people like him. I aimed the fang of the scythe at his face. Flick from the wrist. Flick from the wrist....and release. Hit him straight at the eye. He groaned and fell down. A bit of blood fell on my robes. swapped it out for a nice hooded robe. Yknow what they say 
 S'all good in the hood.
