Chapter 1: The Knaves Visit the Spudfields

The taller of the two risen sadists descends the stairs silently as his skull's eerie eye sockets glow faintly. He is on Elius Wax again, drawing that massive, wavy-bladed zweihänder back over his shoulder before swinging it with frightful force. The adventurer has nowhere to go and the result is a tragic and messy one -- his arm, raised instinctively to protect himself, is lopped off and sent flying, but that's not the worst of it. The keen, dark blade cuts the man straight through, from armpit on one side to shoulder on the other. Elius falls in at least two pieces, his body staggering for a moment as the top of the man slides off and slops to the floor with a wet plop. The body topples at the wight's feet next, and there is so much gushing blood...

Rising after the hammer blow crushed so many of its dried and brittle bones, the more vocal of the two brothers hisses again at Endrei, then it turns from him, hurrying around it own stone coffin, limping as it makes for Clomm and the staff.

"Miiine!" it spits. "Give! Miiiiine!"

The blow Endrei strikes is a massive one. Dust and bone and rot fly when he brings down the hammer and it smashes through the crypt thing pursuing Clomm. Backbone, ribs, pelvis -- all shatter to pieces as the hammer punches through and then exits between the suddenly bifurcated fiend's legs, and it screeches and falls largely into two pieces. The remains of it writhe on the floor... finger bones wriggle and grasp, the jaws snap, the limbs twitch and tremor. The monster will not be rising, the bold adventurers are certain, but nor does it look to truly die soon.

Gore drips from the wavy blade of the fearsome sword wielded by the defeated wight's brother, and it comes forward with baleful purpose, eyes blazing and teeth bared in a silent scream.

Stalking forward, descending the last few steps before coming to the floor of the chamber where his brother had been put to rest, the undead warlord loosed a hoary bark of frosty breath towards Endrei -- the intruder who'd just smashed his brother to the ground. Then we went after the hammer-wielding man, limping but moving with speed. But it was not with his sword that he attacked -- a bony hand shot towards Endrei's throat as he closed in!

Endrei nearly manages to step back and avoid the towering fiend's grasp, but the monster manages to grab the man by the shoulder of his brigandine armor. Intense cold radiates from where the thing makes contact, and in a span of seconds a terrible sound and smell fill the air. The leather and cloth of the equally tall adventurer withers and frays and rots before their very eyes, twisting, peeling and dissolving into the chill dungeon air. By the time Endrei pulls himself free, his blackened armor is half-ruined, bits and pieces of it falling from his body.

He struggles to not imagine what will happen if this creature manages to touch flesh!