Baern lived long enough to know that necromancers aren’t trustworthy; but lived even longer to learn that every rule has its exceptions. 
As a living warrior, Baern fought death his whole life; either trying to stay alive or making sure the dead stay dead. Necromancers were an everyday problem and for long enough, Baern thrived taking them all down. Until one day, one managed to overpower him, and soon the secrets were no longer secrets. Locked away behind iron bars in a cage underground, the dwarf saw each profane ritual, heard every chanting spell, felt the shiver down his spine as every lifeless corpse came back to life by the hands of his captor. Torn between wanting to die and scared of becoming one of his foul puppets, Baern watched everything. Learned everything. His first corpse risen caught his captor by surprise and set him free. 
Freedom had a putrid smell, but it had never tasted so sweet.
 
Printed in ceramic grey for easy priming and painting.