[h1][center][color=gold]The Pilgrim’s Caravan[/color][/center][/h1]
[h2][sub][center][color=gold]The Giant Galaxor & Merry Band ++ [/color][/center][/sub][/h2]
[h3][sub][center][color=gold]Undead [b]SMASHING[/b][/color][/center][/sub][/h3]


The merry band transformed from three to 6 in the matter of minutes. With each person approaching the group, Galaxor’s face lit up a bit more. The more, the merrier and when it came to undead it meant more [b]SMASHING[/b]! Maybe it was the dwarven ale finally starting to affect him or maybe all this doom and gloom were in serious need of lighting up, but Galaxor started to laugh. Loud, unhinged. Especially when Knossos, a pilgrim that Galaxor knew little about, not a face one would see in the improvised tavern, proposed to talk to the tiny skeletron. 

Nemeia soon joined Knossos with  “"YES! Let us parley with the poor, wretched creatures that lurk in this no doubt cursed tomb. Not all undead are evil creatures hellbent on spreading death and disease, some are simply weary souls seeking to return to the long, peaceful sleep that they have been promised. It would be right to offer them kindness."” 

“[color=gold]HA! HA! HA! You wish to talk with these bones? Baaahahaha! [/color]” said Galaxor while wiping an imaginary tear from his left eye. 

But before he could add something more, a creature started talking and talking and…where was it? The Stone King above and below! There [i]was[/i] something talking. Squinting his eyes and bending his head down, Galaxor [i]barely[/i] managed to see it. A small bat-like creature. The creature named itself Terilu but it was smaller than the others. Way smaller.

And then Terilu went to speak with the skeletron. Pointless action. Very pointless. Undead do as undead want. It will ask for something that’s impossible to achieve as too much time passed since then, find a cursed artefact or maybe it’ll want to give them a quest that’ll change the world and challenge the gods themselves. Something within those lines, irrelevant stuff for the living. 

“[color=gold]Let me see if I get this right. They are the ones that are bringing the plague over and if we promise to leave…they’ll stop the plague until we do. Well, I think I know what that means. [/color]” said Galaxor without listening to Terilu anymore or anyone else. 

He took a deep breath and gripped his axe and with a mighty heave, Galaxor released the massive axe, and it soared through the mist-filled air. The skeletron had little time to react. The gleaming blade found its mark with a resounding impact, shattering bone and sending skeletal fragments scattering in all directions. The axe was now stuck into the pavement of the entrance of the tomb, with a small crater around it. 

Later it was said that the sound of the impact between the axe, skeletron and ground could be heard all the way back to the caravan. 

“[color=gold]HA! HA! HA! Look at all those flying bones! Anyways, as I was saying, kill them all and get rid of the plague is the quickest way. C’mon! Let’s go. I’m in the mood to…[b]SMASH[/b] some bones! HAHA! [/color]” said Galaxor in his usual [i]very[/i] loud voice as he walked towards his axe and pulled it from the ground.


Yet, as the echoes of the confrontation reverberated through the haunted stillness, a lingering unease settled over the scene. The mist, now disturbed by the recent clash, seemed to writhe with an otherworldly energy, and the tomb's entrance exuded an even more palpable sense of malevolence.