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...
From the stygian dark shuffles a witch, her soot-gray robes as dark as her soul. Clutched...
The undead dwarf wears only a loincloth and ceremonial beads in a beard that, once auburn...
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