Sundries from a Beckoning Lich
The lich’s skeletal form has degraded beyond even undeath, leaving nothing but a pile...
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....
Tramping across the field looms an unliving giant, a gargantuan abomination sloughing...
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...
Of the slain banshee, only a pile of ethereal dust and a cloth-of-gold pouch remain....
A silvery residue covers the ground where the banshee fell. The seven slender bangles she...
A chilling ululation springs from your throat; your hands saw the air with necromantic...
The grinding of bone on bone scrapes against your senses as you awaken, your world...
Hooded taskmasters stand watch over lines of workers chained together in body and fate....