Darkness fell onto Strongfair. The army of the undead’s onslaught was slow, yet dreadful. The smaller ones began climbing up the wall while the ground forces attempted to break down the large gate that stood in their path.

Standing on top of a hill was the knight as he observed his forces progress.

Excellent. Now, let’s see how the living can fend themselves off against the dead. Hands behind his back, the knight was pleased at the development that was before him.

“Lord Nergal!”

The knight turned and glared. Running up was a lone skeleton that trembled in front of its’ master. He was terrified of his masters’ tremendous size and knew not to disturb him while he was deep in thought.

“What do you want?!” Nergal seethed.

He could never tolerate sniveling, especially from his own men.

Calming his nerves, the skeleton straightened itself and responded in a placid manner, “Our troops are having difficulty breaching pass the front gate! It’s been barricaded from the inside, so we won’t be able to break through!”

The skeleton was still nervous from its’ tone of voice. Nergal scowled and let out a deep sigh.

He ordered, “Send in the draugs!”

The skeleton saluted and ran back down the hill. 35 minutes later, the undead stopped their assault on the gate. Moved out of the way, allowing the large brutes to march forward up to the gate. The draugs were hulking in size, standing about 12 feet i height, and had grey eyes, yellow teeth, and dried rotting skin that looked like it was soaked in the sea. They were covered in heavy armor that had been rusting and weathering over time, and large battle axes and swords in their hands.

They charged with a bellowing roar, striking their bodies against the hard wood and hearing the crackling sounds that emanated from the blows.

Behind the gate, there were four wooden pillars restraining the door as three of the guards tried their best to keep from falling apart.

“Keep hold of it, men! If these pillars fall, then all is lost!” said the first guard. He was wearing gray cape, signifying a high rank. “We need to keep hold before reinforcements arrive!”

“Captain! The gate is about to give in!” The third guard alerted the first guard, the captain.

The draugs struck once more. The door exploded with wood and debris flying all over the inside. The guards managed to run away as fast as they could and then watched in intimidation, seeing the undead horde swaggering their way into the city. Unsheathing their weapons the guards prepared to put their lives to protect their home. However, much of their hope diminished when they came face-to-face with the draugs.

“For Strongfair!” the captain screamed, waving his claymore in the air with such bravado.

The guard charged, raising their swords to strike. Unfortunately, their bravery was all for naught for as they got close to their enemies, the draugs swung their axes and clubs with quick speed, crushing the soldiers and watch their blood and entrails splash against their decaying skin.

Afterwards, the dead proceeded to break into every house in Strongfair, storming in and dragging every denizen out as they screamed in terror.