Writ of the Walking Dead.

[forsettii]

Topsiders are so rude. They do not understand death; they fear it and try to keep good zombies down. Last night for instance, I ran out of Crossbow Bolts. So I reached deep in the Earth to Find the body of a Fallen Adventurer Olin who had not quite yet decomposed to a skeleton yet. Rather he had quite a bit of Flesh still on his bones. A zombie most people would call him. But to us keepers of the Dead. His name is Olin a Fallen Cleric of the Some forsaken god that turned his back on this fallen sap.

I had “found” Olin and summoned Mandible my pet Hell Hound. I was just trying to make it past those stinky red glowing goblins. I had just walked up the stairs to find myself in the middle of a bunch of those green nasty things. When all of a sudden Olin starts running in fear. Mandible is forced to leave this plane. Now I see two self appointed “Undead Hunters” chasing Olin. I yell at them Enough but they still go after him. Digging deep within me I cast the spell Magic Missile at one of them I think he called himself Fraeligar Osmond “self appointed Undead Hunter” and his sidekick the I must protect him Tristen Du'Loch.

I have added both of your names to my book Writ of the Walking Dead. So that I have recorded your name and if you are ever brash again. You will be joining the dead.

I, Myrfryn'Tal, will put you the six feet under.