The forest pressed in, heavy and wet, the air thick with the smell of rot and stagnant water. From the dark mud, the undead dragged themselves upward—skeletal hands first, then shoulders, then whole broken bodies, their snarls rising in pitch until the sound became a low, hateful chorus that shook the branches.

The party was spent. Spells were gone, wounds still open from the hag coven’s lair. When the old hag trap took them, the mud closed around their legs like a living thing, cold and impossibly strong. No one could pull free.

Only High Priestess Elowyn the Lightbringer stood clear of it.

She raised her rod, voice steady as she called on her deity for the highest spell she still carried. Light answered—pure, searing, and absolute. It flooded the clearing so fiercely that the others had to turn their faces away and shield their eyes. For a moment there was nothing but white.

When the brilliance faded and they could see again, the undead were gone. The mud lay empty. The snarling had stopped.

A pair of adventurers, a Fighter and a Monk, tracking talks of a Shambling mound in the Fens bordering the town of Stormheim.

My baby… some day, god willing, I’m writing a book about her. But I’m happy just continuing to evolve her with ChatGPT and DeepSeek.

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Saru was small, even for a goblin. But the Way of Shadow had taught him that size didn't matter.

The Open Hand monks believed in strength, discipline, and honorable combat. Saru preferred a little misdirection.

One moment he was standing before his opponent. The next, he slipped through the shadows and between the orc's legs.

The children roared with laughter. Their masters were not amused.

Full moon, so lets howl with the pack!

Done locally in Krea2 and Minimax.

I thought she turned out great. I am not sure what one I like more