Those already dead.

You now have a plan. After observing many of the creatures in these untamed wilds, you found one your evangelizing “taunt” works on relatively reliably. The Zombies of the Kvaran fens. They are slower than you, dumber than the rock you were sitting, and generally lacking in mobility. Most importantly, they can't jump or attack at a range to save their lives. Unlives? Ech. It didn't really matter. The plan was simple enough.

Once you finished perching yourself atop this pillar of rock, you'd start yelling a like a man possessed, deliver your fiery sermon. The zombies within earshot would try to chase you, but fall off the cliff, because they're dumb. The fall damage should kill them. But not you, because you're standing on this precipice. This dangerous, dangerous precipice. That took most of the day to climb. Demon lords, this was a dumb plan. Fuck it. In for a copper, in for a gold, right?

You stand atop the rock breathing slowly. The zombies will fall. You'll win. It's one decent shot.

“Insolent Fools!” you begin with practiced intonation, grinning. “For too long, we have cowered in the shadows! For too long, we have suffered in indignant weakness, licking our wounds as your continued cruelties are visited upon us! Hiding from your vengeance, that we may plot and design our own machinations!”

You grinned, hearing multiple zombies growl and advance. There were no fliers to ping hostile. Perfect.

“Soon, our power will be made full and manifest. Our raw strength granted to those who will worship our master's might! Soon we shall yet again walk not as hidden rogues, but stride across the lands as lords of demonic power!”

The zombies seemed to be charging now. One last line should do it.

“Now, you will see the great reckoning that is at hand! Hail the Dark Lord! HAIL, THERNION!”

You laughed a little as the zombies charged towards you, ignoring the cliff and plummeting. Finally, things were going to plan. You heard a strange noise, like the pealing of a bell. You felt...stronger. Better.

Then, there was a bright light. Suddenly, you were In a room. A dozen or so pedestals adorned it. Each with strange, golden artifacts, held by statues of robed figures. “Choose your destiny,” a voice said.

Huh. This hadn't been in your visions. Perhaps this was how those “classes” adventurers yammered on about were determined. You gazed about. It was time, to choose...