[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] Part Two[/color][/center][/sub][/h3]


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Galaxor was having the time of his life. Loud laughs could be heard echoing around the tomb as he swung his axe wildly, breaking skeletons as he went. Occasionally he’d use his free hand to grab one and throw it at others or simply crush them in his hand. 

Luckily for the others, Galaxor was the first in the band to go forward and they were safe from his wild swings. Most of the skeletons focused on him too which let the group deal with them easily. By the end of the first few corridors, Galaxor’s legs were covered with superficial cuts and in one case, a toe had a broken nail as an undead sword got stuck in there. Giants had thick skin and simple swords wouldn’t harm them too much. 

That is, until they reached what seemed to be a throne room. The group having traversed the haunting corridors of the tomb, emerged into a grand and chilling throne room. The air was heavy with a foreboding stillness, and the room seemed to stretch impossibly tall. Dim, flickering torches cast a pale, wavering light that barely illuminated the vast expanse.

In the center of the room, a massive throne of cold, gray stone loomed, an imposing symbol of the tomb's macabre authority. Carved with runes that shone in the darkness with dark power making the whole throne radiate an eerie presence, as if it were a conduit for the dark energies that filled the chamber. Atop the throne sat a spectral figure, its form obscured by tattered robes that flowed like ethereal mist. If the party would pay close attention to the spectral figure, they’d notice how tall it was and they’d feel a primal fear as it stared at each of the members in the party, in the eyes. 

The walls on either side were lined with open stone coffins, many skeletons with bows, swords and spears next to them. Waiting for something or someone. The very atmosphere seemed to tighten, as if the tomb itself held its breath in anticipation for the word of the nameless leader. 

As soon as the party entered the room, the door behind them closed as if by magic and all the torches in the room went on at the same time. The fire, no longer orange but a sickly green, only enhanced the evilness of the place.