I was killed in a war fighting Salamandastron.
Feragho, huh! What an idiot! His son too. They used me as a decoy!
A dark mage saw my arrow-filled corpse and broght it back to his lair.
In a strange series of events that followed, I woke up. I still
look like I did when I was dead, rotted, with bits of flesh hangingoff.
There is even an arrow still through my shoulder.
I do not feel pain, but can be killed. I can take quite a beating,though.
I serve my masters well, and obey their every command