Loot from a Behir
The behir’s final wracking shudders have forced its gullet to empty, expelling the...
The behir’s final wracking shudders have forced its gullet to empty, expelling the...
In its death throes, the behir has disgorged a few mementos of its previous prey. A pile...
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...
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...