Roaming the countryside, looking for suitable corpses for his Team, Unxerxes soon heard rumours of a particulary nimble creature residing in an abandonded graveyard. Once he arrived there, he could feel an aura of dread spreading across the entire place... Numerous half-eaten corpses of various races where scattered throughout the entire cemetery. Not interested in festering remains of a meal gone off, he swiftly kicked them aside trying to determine if their were any traces of his prey. Before he knew what hit him, he was knocked down from the back and sharp theeth sank into his already dead flesh, for he was, as is obvious to all but a hungry ghoul, a necromancer. The ghoul quickly spat out his long-gone-cold chunck of food and ducked behind a rather large tomb. Enraged by this lack of respect, the furious necromancer, temperarely oblivious to his original goal to enslave the ghoul, shot rays of powerfull magic designed to end unlife at the hapless creature now cowering for it had realised it had made a mistake. Although the power of Unxerxes was undeniable, the ghoul easily avoided every beam and in turn found new cover long before the necromancer had adjusted his aim. Impressed by this nimble performance, he changed his technique and engulfed the ghoul in a spectral prison, walling him in from 6 sides at a time. Calmly he suggested to join his team or face banishement to oblivion. Axtor, for that was the ghouls name, gladly excepted on the condition that he might feast on the rotten remains of those who fell on the pitch... And thus a star was born...