Standing over the heaped bodies of what were once the good halflings of Longley's Green, Heini Kemmler began muttering in some ancient language. His eyes momentarily lit up with a sinister blue glow as he finished his unholy incantation. Then nothing but silence for what seemed like an eternity.
Movement. Slight at first, but increasing as the seconds passed, accompanied by the sounds of creaking bones and the squelching of innards as the corpses grasped and clawed to their feet. A chorus of mindless groans began, seemingly triggered by nothing, and with a wave of his hand the diminutive Necromancer ordered his freshly raised troops to begin walking... onward to the next village in the Merrivale... Brystnall Fields was already doomed.
There'll be more about the vile Necromancer Heini Kemmler and his foul Horde soon...
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