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He sat upon his throne of bone and tainted flesh, his trusty zombie
Phillip at his side. It had been many moons since he had stretched
his aged flesh and ventured forth from his dust covered tomb.
But this day he felt the light and energy of humans close by, a
feeling that stirred his interest. "Life." he said. "I feel life
outside this eternal tomb. I shall take their lives and have them
serve me, I need my army."
And it was true, the Zombie Lord did require an Army to overtake the
village of Midnight Sun. And these mere Humans would serve his
purposes quite well with a few small alterations. Namely their souls
in his posession.
He stood and made his way up the bone and rock covered hallway to the
hidden surface entrance of his catacombed lair. There he slipped into
the shadows watching and waiting for the right time to strike. There
was many other things in the woods that the Humans had to fear, and
these other things he hoped would kill off the questors one at a time.
For he had cursed the lands this day with a spell of the undead. This
ancient sorcery muttered in forgotten tongue would animate the fallen
warriors to come and serve him. If he was patient enough he could
easily a mass a great army to bring these humans to their knees.
As the day progressed he was met by his old aquatance a Stone Troll,
with a great ability for persuasion and trickery. The Troll knew the
Zombie Lord would cure him with his ancient magics and thus their
dealings had always been secure. The Troll would act as Spy and
eventually capture a few lost souls for my consumption and
conscription into the Dark Army. A well placed blow and a few words
and their shining souls would in the end just be fuel to the Lords
growing power. "Your soul is mine !" The Lord would say gripping the
subdued questors chest and placing his sacrifical daggers final blow
to their already stilled body.
The Lord always watched his victims eyes as the color from them
drained away and was replaced by the milky white pigment of death.
As the army grew and the Lord watched he learned that there was
Wizard and Paladin alike within their group, if not more
spellcasters. Their presence would be the most troublesome.
In the end the Zombie Lord had created a small band of recently
rotting corpse's. The sight gave the Zombie Lord hope that his plans
could be completed. They gathered upon the bridge, crossing the
river Midnight and waited. It wasn't long till the rest of the humans
would hunt for him.
Seeing them approach he signalled the charge. His army sprang forth
in their usual manner. Outstretched lifeless hands and rusted swords
slashing wildly at anything they could.
But the humans and their bribed monsters were ready for the undead
horde's attack.
The fire elemental with her mightly bow seemed unable to meet it's
mark with the wall of undead pressing forward. The shout
of "Braaaaaiiiinnnnssss...!!" Echoing across the field. The Dark Lord
hid behind that wall and summoned his magic. He cursed the bow, the
weapon that had caused him some trouble this day with no effect.
Cursing himself in turn, he dodged another arrow hiding behind the
recently deceased Druid zombie.
But this was going to be the end of the battle. The zombies had
spread out to far and the wall of undead had broken. Comming out of
the corner of his eye he saw the wizard, but it was to late.
The great spell was spoken and the Zombie Lord was banished back to
his underground lair, and now prison to one day hopefully fight
again. And bring the village of Midnight Sun to it's knees.
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“All in all, it comes down to us as a society to embrace and encourage the values we wish to see demonstrated within our club.” - Kurse
"One People, One Planet"
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