The smell was overwhelming.
This wasn’t just the odour of a destitute town that’s but a shadow of its former glory; I could smell fear and death. The sign I’d been following – a star falling from the Heavens – was near.
Even if it weren’t for the new evil visited upon the unfortunate town, New Tristram lived up to every one of its unwelcoming legends.
Abandoned by the adventurers that once clamoured to brave the ruined cathedral nearby, the inn is empty, the forges cold, the merchants desperate.
Now their own kin have returned from the grave to torment them.
A thunderclap echoed between the derelict buildings as my fist connected with one of the risen dead.
I stepped over the corpse which the unholy beings had been feeding on and loosed another punch. The power of the thousand and one gods infused my Spirit as another crack of thunder sounded.
A wave of power rolled off the next punch, blasting what remained of the shambling horrors around me into the next life.
Speaking one of our protective mantras, I brought my hands together as if to pray for the rotting creature making its way towards me.
Before it could strike, a blinding flash radiated from between my open palms. Maneuvering around the walking corpse I delivered a swift kick, sending it flying head first into a nearby ruin.
In the darkness ahead I could hear the dead shuffling and feasting on recently fallen townsfolk.
I moved towards the frightening sounds, firm in the belief that I had been sent to free them from their plight.
My body and mind have been honed for battle in the cloisters of the Patriarchs and I keep my spirit cleansed of the corruption that taints the hearts of all men.
I am a monk of Ivgorod, and no minion of darkness shall stand before the will of the thousand and one gods.
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