The chilling reports from our scouts confirm King Eldric II’s worst fears: the Undead have begun their march toward Therwall in terrifying numbers. These newly raised warriors are a twisted parody of life, their skeletal forms clad in decaying armour and wielding rusted weapons that still drip with malevolent energy. They march with an unnatural purpose, their hollow eyes burning with an eerie, green glow that sends shivers down the spines of even our most seasoned soldiers.

King Eldric has entrusted us with a vital mission—to intercept this monstrous army before it reaches the castle walls. With Therwall already under siege, the arrival of these reinforcements could tip the balance in the enemy’s favour, dooming the entire realm to darkness. As we prepare for battle, the weight of our task settles heavily on us. There is no room for hesitation; the survival of our people depends on the swift destruction of this new threat.

After days of relentless pursuit, we finally catch up to the Undead horde in a frostbitten valley shrouded in mist. The ground beneath us seems to crackle with malevolence, and the air is thick with the stench of decay. The battle that ensues is nothing short of a nightmare, a desperate clash of steel and bone. The Undead fight without fear or fatigue, but we press on, driven by the knowledge of what’s at stake.

At last, the tide turns. Whatever dark magic had animated these abominations is extinguished, their brittle bodies collapsing into lifeless heaps. The valley falls silent, save for the heavy breathing of our exhausted warriors. But victory is fleeting; we have no time to rest or celebrate. Therwall’s fate remains uncertain, and we must return to its defence before it’s too late.

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