Illustration by Daniel Larios
Over the tide of marching undead, a frightful duet of fury arose that gave even the barbarian a pause in the swinging of his axe. Positioned atop a hill among his comrades, he watched as the waves of foes went out like the tide and parted before a hideous, crawling abomination. A tangle of limbs and shredded clothes, it advanced towards them on twisted arms, eyes glaring from decayed, mirrored faces. Ribbons, gore-caked lace, and intestines hung from the shared form of the two wretched components of the amalgamated undead. Several of the twisted, dirty ropes stretched to emaciated wights with hate-filled eyes that diligently followed the holders of their leashes. The top teeth of each head were pressed together, but as the monster near close to the heroes, who had started to recover from their shock at the sight, it opened its mouth – and split the seam along its two disparate torsos. Broken ribs formed fangs in their body-long maw and their hollow chests were host to gore from past meals. As the ranger held back the urge to vomit, the conglomerate creature gave another earth-shaking roar as it unleashed its wight minions upon the band.
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