You had a name once, once the world trembled at your sight and awed at your power. You conquered many lands from human kingdoms to dwarven holds to elven forest-cities. You laid waste to most of the continent and nearly subjugated it all into your dominion. Butt then, in a single battle your destiny, which you had carved out for yourself, slipped from your fingers as quickly as water when that accursed wretch slew you. All was lost for you, or was it?. For the last few years,decades or even centuries.(it was quite hard keeping track of time) Your soul has rested safe and secure within a piece of jewellery while your body withered and rotted. Unfortunately your late servants made mistake of putting your precious soul container together with your corpse within your sarcophagus as burial jewellery. Even worse it seems that the empire you build up in your life has crumbled in your absence, considering there are now people here who are not supposed to be here. However this now presents new opportunities

But first what kind of ruler where you in live?
>a great warrior and warlord you made many a knight and hero regret crossing paths with you and your skill in fighting was nigh-on unmatched
>a sorcerer of great and terrible power, whom had both undead legions and enthralled mortals to do the footwork while you could study uninterrupted.
>a noble courtier, you schemed, bribed and blackmailed your way to the top and once there put to use your great strategic mind to subjugate, through both diplomacy and military means
>write-in

What kind of jewellery did you place your soul in?
>a ring
>a pendant
>a crown
>write-in

Now what group of people decided to awake you from your slumber?
>a group of adventures who came here in search of treasure.
>a curious group of young nobles whose family build their estate over the ruins of your old fortress.
>a group of nuns breaking their curfew to explore the formerly sealed-off parts of their monastery.
>a small group of order knights who broke into your resting place after receiving rumours of a great evil being buried somewhere.