Yet again I found myself up at an odd our of the night. Well theres always work to be done, even if them others are asleep! I decided I'd make certain that there were no . . . unusual servants of the dark lord massing in our graveyard. Won't do to have a third coming! So I dashed off to the graveyard. . . though I may have took an extra sprint towards the East coast. . .
Anyways I stormed the yard slicing zombies in half, rending their rotted flesh and I smashed the skeletons spraying bones all abouts all the while with a prayer on my lips! Its not very interesting business smashing the undead but I soon found their necromantic overlord! He was a fierce Liche and all about the graveyard we fought, I willsteel and prayer and he with fel spells and daemonic arts! We fought and we clashed and trampled the graves underfoot, round and round we went until at last I smote him to the ground. Though he did not die quietly, but with a curse upon his lips and he sealed it in his own death.
*Shudder*
I now well a man may curse another with his dying breath. . . but can whats already dead do the same??
Only Higher Being may know.
Not shaken in the least by his curse I trotted back to Cove with my loot.
I pulled in a pittance of 2,000 coin.
Undead smashed, cove just a little less poor.
*Signed*
Marcus I. Kobra, Juniorguardsman, Army of Cove
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