Oh how the armies arose from the earth, from their mausoleums and crypts. Covered in cobwebs, or dripping with worms, those undead hordes began to march. What crime was it which awoke the dead to action, which so offended them in their senseless sleep? I was a child then, and I never knew the cause. I only saw them march.
The judgment on the city was severe, and I saw the dead take their living captives back into the earth; undead, those living men were dragged into the darkness below, and entered Hades with breath still in their lungs.
The dead could not be killed; no arrow could fell them, and no sword eviscerate what was already rotted away. The dead took the city and stole the life from it. Now it stands an empty and desolate waste of fallen walls and empty towers, a place of ghouls who gnaw on the bones of murdered travelers.
It is said by some that they still live in the earth, that those living captives taken to death have some strange life in the darkness below, and generations upon generations have now been born underground. Whatever crime they had done was not stopped, only continued within the shadows of their living graves.
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