Skul was not having a good day. Or was it night? The Underworld makes it very hard to keep track of time. The fathomless void above, the cool blue flames that burned eternal on torches and candles, and the disembodied screams carried on the wind all made keeping time pretty much impossible. Apparently, some of the elder undead could tell the time based off the tones of the screams, but privately Skul thought that was a load of imp snot. For the sake of convince we are going to refer to it as ‘day’.

The sound of bone crushed against stone sounds through the air. Skul was really not having a good day. When he was assigned guard duties by General Geega, Skul was certain it was going to be a cushy job. Stand by a door, hold this spear, look menacing (as menacing as a 2’6” skeleton can). Should have been easy. The large and heavily armored knight holding a hammer seemed to think differently. Three of his fellow defenders have already been crushed, with only Skul and one other left.

The room they had been assigned was a large dining hall, tables lining the sides of the walk way down the center of the room. Large banners hang from the walls, displaying the three mob armies that serve General Geega. Three chandeliers hang from the ceiling at regular intervals, lighting the room with a cool blue. A stack of papers sit on one of the tables, covered in drawings of a small boar man in different clothes.

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A gruff voice sounds from inside the plate armor, “So this is the best the Undead have to offer? Just a couple pile of bones.” The armored man punctuates his sentence with a stomp on what appears to be a tibia. Skul and his fellow undead, not having vocal cords or togues, remain silent. They glance at each other for a moment, understanding passing between them. The other undead, who Skul decides he will call Femer, charges the man.

“Now this is more like it!” The armored man roars! Raising his warhammer, preparing to decimate this undead like so many before. Femer stops abruptly, just outside of the man’s reach, and tosses the sword they were carrying. It flies gracefully through the air, before passing three feet to the right of the man. The man and undead both watch the weapon clatter to the ground, one with confusion and the other with dismay.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I expected there.” The man mutters, looking back to the undead in front of him. Femer staring after the blade gives a defeated shrug, then lifts her hands into a fighting pose. Seemingly ready to continue.

“I’ll give you this, what you lack in skills you make up for in bravery.” The states plainly, before giving a slight bow. He is suddenly smashed to the ground as one of the chandeliers crushes him. Femer looks up, seeing Skul clinging desperately to a what was left of the mounting mechanism. She gives him a thumbs up, he returns it, then begins to fall.

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AFTER ACTION REPORT

3 Undead Hospitalized (Expected to make full recovery)

1 Humanoid Knight Repelled