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...
Pale of skin and dark of intent, this vampiric knight stands with an aristocratic sneer....
From the stygian dark shuffles a witch, her soot-gray robes as dark as her soul. Clutched...
A disturbing armored figure emerges from the sickly glow emanating from the doorway...
Tramping across the field looms an unliving giant, a gargantuan abomination sloughing...
Gleaming ivory lacquer covers the magnificent lance, with gold filigree winding around...
Chains jingle from manacles about the dwarf’s wrists as it swings its arms in clumsy...
The wood of the lance bears the scars of frequent use, each scratch, nick, and blemish in...
The undead dwarf wears only a loincloth and ceremonial beads in a beard that, once auburn...