"My name is Enrique De La Torre," the man began. "A long time ago, I was a bullfighter in my small town named El Santo, a small village south of Papua. I was my village's greatest entertainer, skilled with a sword I could best any beast in an arena, but then I received a sign. I was in a typical bullfight when my sword went deep into the beast and I was covered with blood. My whole body began to feel ill; I looked at my hands drenched in the blood of the innocent and I felt so dirty that I could not stand. And so I collapsed. Then it happened; I saw a vision, a man dressed in black who's pale skin looked like the surface of the moon. His pale eyes looked into mine and he spoke."

Lothar was intrigued and asked "What did the man say?"

"He said, 'I am waiting for you.' That is when I knew I could never kill again. I gave up the sword and spent three years in a monastery. Then I saw another vision; I was studying in the Yew lighthouse when I saw the same pale faced stranger. This time he was on a black horse headed for El Santo. Something inside me told me he was going to kill my family so I began to journey home. When I arrived, the town was overwhelmed with the undead. I once again used my sword and hacked through many until I reached my home. I saw my wife and child both had turned as the others had. I… I.. I.. struck them down. Just as I did, the pale faced man appeared. He wore noble clothes and announced himself as Duke of El Santo. He placed me under arrest for murder of my own family. I was branded with the letter 'm' on my right hand. It means 'El Matadore', or 'the murderer.' I was made a slave, working on a giant tower located in a cave. A year later I escaped. Today it has been 4 years since I have spoke my name. It has been erased from the archives of El Santo and I shall never speak it again."

Lothar took another sip of his wine. He looked at El Matadore, his body that of a slave, well conditioned but beaten and the scar of the letter "M" still showing. All he could do was pity the stranger. "What is it you ask, El Matadore?" Lothar asked.

El Matadore buried his head into his hands, "Forgive me Senior Lothar, but your name is well known. Your reputation of disposing the undead has reached even to my small town. I know the Duke is a lich and it was he who destroyed my village. I crave revenge for my family."

"On my honor, I will defeat that lich. However, I will need your help El Matadore."

"I cannot senior Lothar, I have vowed to never again raise my sword."

"You can keep your vow, come I have much to teach you."

Over the next several months, Lothar taught El Matadore the art of parry. Lothar gave him a sacred book of human anatomy, detailing the weak points of the human body. El Matadore studied the seven spots where a man could be rendered inactive. During this training period, Lothar placed an order with the guild blacksmith Billy Ray Bob for a mace of silver crafted specifically for El Matadore, who quickly learned how to use it. Having some knowledge in human anatomy, El Matadore could now combine his skill with a mace to fight without spilling blood. Lothar then trained El Matadore in the art of healing. Using the same book, El Matadore could now harm or heal. He was ready to take on the lich. Before they had left for the forgotten lands, Lothar brought El Matadore to the Yew abbey. There, Lothar anointed El Matadore a Cleric, warrior of God. His oath was to uphold the righteous living against the undead.

Travel to El Santo would be a challenge in itself. They had to take a sea vessel to the isle of Moonglow. During the trip, they had encountered a sea serpent. El Matadore had slay the beast with a single blow to the monster's temple area. Lothar was quietly impressed. When the ship docked at Moonglow harbor, they used a gate to reach the magic shop where a secret portal took them to the town of Papua. They were close now and Lothar could feel the presence of evil afoot. One more day of travel and they would reach the small village.

"El Matadore, heed my words," Lothar shared at the outskirts, "Many days I have battled the undead and each time I am wise to know new weaknesses. First we must strike during the day, they are less potent at that time. Second, silver can kill the weaker beasts with one hit. Third, we must not use any magic of any kind. Liches are keen to the ways of magery and will track us. Now let's attack."

Having said that, Lothar kicked the gate down and brandished his sword while a party of skeletons arose from the earth. Lothar quickly drove his broadsword into one, splitting its skull in two. El Matadore swung his mace smashing one of the skeleton's ribcage. One skeleton was carrying a battle-ax and had grazed El Matador's leg. El Matadore counter-attacked with a crushing blow to the skeleton's jaw, shattering the decaying bone. Then from the ground arose a red bone mage and two bone knights by its side. The bone mage began to cast an energy bolt when Lothar struck it with his sword. The two bone knights swung at Lothar but his shield had blocked both blows. EL Matadore came from behind and landed with his mace on one of the bone knight's skull, toppling the cursed creation. Lothar's blade hit the center of the bone mage's chest, leaving the creature lifeless. The last Bone knight landed a blow with it's cutlass into El Matadore midsection. He fell to the ground holding his stomach, the blade had cut through the ring mail he was wearing. Lothar used both hands to grasp his sword firmly and swung with great might into the bone knight, severing him in two. Then a black cloud surrounded the battle area. Out of the black smoke came the lich. The lich laughed as he cast a firewall around the stricken El Matadore. Then Lothar saw an opening; he swung and hit the lich. Green blood gushing from the gash in its side, the lich cast again freezing Lothar. It laughed once again.

"El Matadore!" Lothar screamed "I cannot move! Go beyond your fears, the wall of fire is not real. Jump through it!"

Lothar felt his hand move. He reached into his pouch and grabbed a purple potion. He heard the lich utter the words "Kal Vas Flam." Summoning all his strength, he tossed the potion at the lich. The concoction exploded, blinding the lich and scarring him. But alas, Lothar still could not move for the most part. The lich regained it's composure and laughed again. It spoke the words of another spell and grinned at Lothar, "Corp Por." Then, out of the flames came a leaping El Matadore. His arms stretched high, carrying a silver mace that he struck the lich with on the side of its head. The lich fell to the ground. The spell over Lothar broke. Lothar ran over to the lich and raised his sword and said "En Nombre de Padre, y Spirto de Santo, Amen." He severed the liches head from its body.

Afterwards, he healed El Matadore's wound. They then found the skeletal remains of El Matadore's family and buried them properly.