Dark Souls III » Necromancer Fellown
They say that death is an ending. A peaceful sleep that welcomes the weary and ends the suffering of mortals. But for Fellown, death was always more than that—it was a door. A door that stood wide open, calling to him from the abyss.
Fellown was once a scholar, consumed by the desire to uncover the knowledge that lay beyond life. As a young man, he became obsessed with the idea of transcending the boundary between life and death. What lay behind the veil? What could be achieved if he unraveled the secrets of immortality? The answers were not to be found in holy texts or the teachings of gods. They were hidden in the old, forbidden tomes, long left unread by those too afraid to know.
His interest in these forbidden arts led him down the path of necromancy. He turned away from the living, retreating into the dark corners of the world to study the powers that stretched beyond death itself. After years of isolation and relentless study, he found what he sought: the ability to command the dead, to force them to bend to his will. But this power came at a cost. With each ritual he performed, with every soul he enslaved, a part of him faded away. The life that once glimmered in his eyes was replaced by the cold, hollow glow of death.
It was deep within the catacombs that he finally encountered Nito, the first of the Lords of the Dead. In a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, the Lord of Death spoke to him. Nito promised him boundless power over the souls of the dead, but only if Fellown was willing to surrender the last fragments of his humanity. Without hesitation, Fellown accepted the offer. The last spark of life within him extinguished, replaced by an overwhelming power.
Since that day, Fellown has wandered the ruins of a world that has long forgotten him. His goal is no longer life but the perfection of the art of death. Souls are no longer just currency to him; they are tools, building blocks for something far greater. He is no mere necromancer. He is a master of death, and the living fools who stand in his way are simply the next step in his research.
Death is not the end. For Fellown, it is only the beginning.
As a necromancer, Fellown treads a path far removed from the hollowed and unkindled. He walks in the shadow of another world—where the restless ashes seek embers to awaken a fire long dead. Through the dark art of necromancy, Fellown carves his way through this forsaken realm. But is it truly embers he seeks? Or something far more sinister? In this land of forgotten souls, the role he plays is clouded in mystery, and the world itself seems to whisper of dark expectations. Yet Fellown has never been one to bow to fate’s demands. What ancient hunger from the realm of the dead stirs him forward? What unholy desire calls him to new adventures in this cursed world?
