The March of the Undead

[Angmarzku 1251]

From the ruins of the castle that was destroyed north of Felsen, loud footsteps along with metallic clanks and warhorns echo through the cold mountains, reaching the ears of each person listening to the eerie wind.

Large packs of armoured ghouls shuffle from the broken depths of the ruin; squeals and shrieks escaping their rotting and horrific mouths along with muffled words. Each pack would travel through the mountains, side by side as their torches light the dark sky of the cold night; the foul smell of rotting flesh and blood fills the very air around them and the areas they stumble upon until the loud marching steps halt, ending the horrific event. 

The Ghoul Lord stood before them. 

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Fun lil' post

 

[Harri 4815]

Drauch observed from the shadows of something nearby, his forlorn body drawing no attention to himself as he let out a dry and raspy sigh.

"Even more things to keep in line." he muttered to himself, taking off into the dark.

[shortchangehero 4217]

*A group of tribal scouts lay crouched in some thick foliage, a safe distance from the mobilizing undead. They stare through their wooden'n'bone masks with awe, excited to bring back this news to their notorious chieftain.*

 

- Some time passes -

 

"Yes, yes. . . They are His servants, they are trying to tear down the New, good. . ." The Chief would twitch with excitement, turning to face the group of scouts. "Send a group of Tribals to tail each warband, yes, whatever destruction they sow WE will help light the flame!"

[KBR 2046]

Faenor would observe the events, caused by his old ghoul muttering to himself "This is not what Nicholas would have wanted." He would say thinking to himself that this was not the true Ghoul Lord, that title could only ever be worn by Nicholas. 

[HurferDurfer1 2979]

The Lich spies one said band of shambling dead. "A shame, I didnt think I would have to end my brothers in death."

[Lotoke 25]

Enedor peers towards the ruined castle from afar, his eyes widening as he watches the ghastly army mobilise. "Dark times are coming."  Enedor swivels on his heels, marching swiftly away.

[Equinox 245]

A figure adorn with metals of the darker variety took a step from behind a tree. Recently having to run off the path due to the sounds of the very things she was to watch pass by. A shift of her head to take a look, and almost immediately she was met with a shiver down her spine. "Oh sweet purity..." She twists, hiding behind the tree once again.

 

Waiting for the walking dead to walk away.

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.