Torug's POV,
The tremors on the floor made it hard for me to keep my balance, several rotten and bony hands shot out from the earth. a jarring sound could be heard in the distance, as a white stoney platform broke out from the ground.
it looked like a hooded figure staring at it's palms quietly, in between it's hands, someone sat on a white throne and he or she was staring at me.
'I guess that's where I'll have to go' I thought solemnly as I silently watched the first undead creature approach me.
'Although everything seemed different from what was supposed to happen, I just have to keep pushing forward, if not for anything...I must get answers'.
[Undead orc warrior] was all I saw when I tried checking the undead's stats. this only deepened my frown but I still took that second step.
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