Loot from a Beckoning Lich
Under a ridge of granulated rot and bone which might have once been the lich’s arm lie...
Under a ridge of granulated rot and bone which might have once been the lich’s arm lie...
The lich’s skeletal form has degraded beyond even undeath, leaving nothing but a pile...
Chains jingle from manacles about the dwarf’s wrists as it swings its arms in clumsy...
The undead dwarf wears only a loincloth and ceremonial beads in a beard that, once auburn...
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Hooded taskmasters stand watch over lines of workers chained together in body and fate....
Beady red eyes reflect the huge ruby cradled in the gnome’s dark, calloused hands, and...
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