Undead

From somewhere in the darkness, a gurgling moan is heard. This is the distorted wailing of desecrated corpses, screaming from beyond the grave. A body, a connection to the lower planes, and necromancer to tie it together, this is all that is needed to call these monstrosities to life, or should I say, to death.

Travelling in hordes, the undead await their prey. Although the weakest form a body risen from death can take, they make up for this weakness in their uncountable numbers. Fortunately for the citizens of Daggerford and similar cities, they are usually slow enough to outrun...