MARCH OF THE ZOMBIE WALKERS
Set Nº 82
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ZOMBIE WALKERS
Weeks before Rodburg’s fall, before the barrows split and ghouls clawed their way into the streets, the first whisper of doom rose quietly from the countryside.
When the seed of evil was planted, the long-buried dead stirred beneath crooked stones and wind-bent trees in graveyards beyond the city walls.
Farmers, militia, watchmen, all returned from the grave with hunger and fury, driven toward Rodburg as if drawn by a distant summons.
Slow but relentless, they were the first omen of the darkness to come.
BLOATED ZOMBIES
Those buried in low marshy fields and waterlogged graves rose changed by the pressure of earth and rot.
Their bodies swelled and split, yet refused to collapse, sustained by an unseen call.
Slow and ponderous, they crushed fences and trampled crops in their path.
Where they pass, the land itself seems to recoil.
One would be wise to strike them with care, for their distended flesh may burst under steel, spilling corruption upon the unwary.
GERWALD - FALLEN GUARD CAPTAIN
Gerwald once commanded the eastern countryside watch of Rodburg, keeping the roads safe and the farms secure from bandits.
He died long before the seed of evil was planted, buried with his great sword and plate armor in a small cemetery east of the city.
When the graves began to crack, his was among the first to open.
Now he leads the risen with silent authority, and the blade that once defended the people falls upon any living being he encounters.
BOIAFAUS - THE FOUL EXECUTIONER
Boiafaus served Rodburg as its executioner, a hulking orc tasked with carrying out sentences none wished to witness.
Few orcs choose to live within human cities, often mistrusted and judged by the common folk, yet those who do are usually the ones willing to accept duties that stain reputation and soul alike, such as executioners and torturers, without objection, if only to earn a warm meal and a roof overhead.
When the countryside graves answered the distant corruption and the seed of evil was planted in Rodburg, Boiafaus rose with dreadful certainty.
With his executioner’s axe in hand and his hood drawn low, he resumes his grim office without decree or command, cleaving any being that stands between him and the city.
Judgment walks again, though no court remains.
ROSLYN - THE SHAMBLING MAIDEN
Roslyn was laid to rest with little ceremony, a common girl of the fields whose life passed unnoticed by the city. When the first graves split beneath the darkening sky, she rose with the dull blade once used by her brother, a guard of Rodburg.
She wanders the hedgerows and abandoned paths she once walked in life, drawn toward the heart of Rodburg like a moth to a lantern.
In Rodburg’s shadow, even the forgotten were claimed.
KELTH’AKOS - ZOMBIE DRAGON
The proximity of the Dragonpeaks turned the lands surrounding Rodburg into a graveyard of wyverns and dragons long before the city rose.
Centuries before Rodburg became a large city, the greedy dragon Kelth’akos, said to be a son of the Chaos Dragonlord Azgrathok, was slain by Dragonpeaks barbarians, even before the founding of the Requiem Brotherhood.
His immense body was entombed beneath the eastern hills of what was then little more than a rural settlement with a lone tavern.
For centuries his bones lay undisturbed beneath farmland and soil, remembered only by the rare Dragonpeaks pilgrim or Requiem Templar who stopped to pray upon his tomb and draw inspiration from heroes of old.
When the seed of corruption took root in Rodburg, its influence reached deeper than any graveyard.
Ancient marrow stirred, sinew knit across hollow ribs, and the great carcass of the legendary dragon rose once more.
For though dragons are colossal beasts, their greatest weapon has always been their cunning.
What rose from the hills was vast and terrible, yet hollow of mind, a draconic carcass driven not by ancient intellect, but by the same blind corruption that stirred the graves.
Whether such a creature can truly be called a dragon remains a question whispered in fear.
