[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]Your throne or your life! Both, please![/color][/center][/sub][/h3]


As Galaxor did what he did best, destroying the tiny skeletons by any means necessary, kicking them, smashing them, throwing them and a few other ways of achieving the same effect, the others dealt with the Wraith. Not that it was a very successful undertaking..with one exception. Terilu’s second attack seemed to work better than the first and the Wraith was hurt, truly hurt, for the first time since the battle started. 

Then, Ivraan screamed the only words that Galaxor needed to hear.  

“DESTROY THE THRONE” 

With a powerful leap, Galaxor soared high into the air, his massive form silhouetted against the dim, flickering torchlight making him look even more terrifying than he already was. 

The runes on the massive throne pulsed ominously as Galaxor descended with formidable force, aiming to destroy the throne in one hit. The Wraith, sensing the threat, let out a guttural "NOO! STOP HIM!" and the room shook violently as Galaxor's attack connected with the ominous throne.


Pieces of rock flew all over the room as Galaxor used his axe like a hammer. Each hit caused a small tremor through the room and with each hit, the Wraith became paler. 

Soon enough, tens if not hundreds of eerie lights started to exit the throne and swarmed over Galaxor as tiny cuts appeared whenever one would touch it. The skin turned a sickly white around each cut as Galaxor’s life essence was slowly consumed. 

With a loud scream, Galaxor hit the throne once more and an explosion of light followed. It threw Galaxor through the air, hitting the entrance to the throne room with a loud [b]BOOM[/b]. 

Momentarily dazed, Galaxor couldn't help but notice that everyone in the party suffered a similar faith. Either thrown through the air or hugging the floor as the shockwave hit them. 

With a loud, blood curdling scream, the Wraith collapsed on the floor and turned into ashes almost immediately afterwards. While the remaining skeletons turned back into simple bones, as the magic that sustained them disappeared. 

In the next following minutes, the group would feel the effect of their actions. The very air seemed lighter, welcoming them.

The effect soon extended through the forest, spreading like wildfire. It would take many years for the forest to get back to its original beauty but even now, there were new plants growing, and birds started to sign through the trees. Life returned to the Emerald Forest. 

Back in the throne room, a ghost of a paladin appeared. His armour was shining with divine light and a mighty mace handed by his waist. 

Upon looking closer, the ghost looked like the skeleton the party first killed when they entered the tomb.

“Adventurers. My name was Arthas Merenthil and I was one of the many sworn to the Old King, my father. Once, he ruled these lands with love for his people. No one starved, no one needed to die. His necromancy was used as a power for the Light. Sadly, he received a gift from a jealous neighbouring kingdom, a cursed artefact. 

The throne which you destroyed. The more he sat on it, the more his mind became twisted and the more his mind became twisted, the more people suffered. 

Until everyone left or died and came back. Twisted versions of themselves. I stood up to my father towards the end of his reign and killed for it, turned into what you saw…so, I thank you brave pilgrims for finally allowing these old souls some rest. “ 

And with that, in a blinding flash of light, the old ghost disappeared onto the next world…and the Pilgrim's Caravan lifted their first curse and saved countless people.