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====== Death Bunch ====== | ====== Death Bunch ====== | ||
- | **Death Bunch** were a group of Dantrian generals who have either defected to or were coerced into joining [[lidyan|Lidyan's]] side and have been seen several times by [[Gantolia|gantolian]] scouts commanding his armies. One of them was identified as General Goront, an honored [[western_dantrian_civilization|dantrian]] veteran. | + | **Death Bunch** were a group of Dantrian generals who have either defected to or were coerced into joining [[lydian|Lydian's]] side and have been seen several times by [[Gantolia|gantolian]] scouts commanding his armies. One of them was identified as General Goront, an honored [[western_dantrian_civilization|dantrian]] veteran. |
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- | As the fires range around them, they shout and wave hands at rows and rows of walking corpses, as if directing the largest theatrical performance the world has ever seen. But as the dead do what they are told, the eyes of their generals betray the terror they feel, standing among the living dead, sweat coming down their cheeks and necks as fires rage around them. The only gravitas to this strange band of scared commanders is provided by General Goront, a large heavily-built man in his sixties, once a respected veteran, and now the dealer of death. He is focused and unmoved. What must he feel to know that he might at this moment be commanding the corpses of his friends, relatives and loved ones, animated by the evil spirit of Lidyan? Nothing. He must feel nothing, if he is to remain sane. And nothing is exactly what he seems to feel. | + | As the fires range around them, they shout and wave hands at rows and rows of walking corpses, as if directing the largest theatrical performance the world has ever seen. But as the dead do what they are told, the eyes of their generals betray the terror they feel, standing among the living dead, sweat coming down their cheeks and necks as fires rage around them. The only gravitas to this strange band of scared commanders is provided by General Goront, a large heavily-built man in his sixties, once a respected veteran, and now the dealer of death. He is focused and unmoved. What must he feel to know that he might at this moment be commanding the corpses of his friends, relatives and loved ones, animated by the evil spirit of Lydian? Nothing. He must feel nothing, if he is to remain sane. And nothing is exactly what he seems to feel. |
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- | It is speculated that Lidyan wanted them to scale up his attacks and, perhaps, build a team of followers. Several weeks later, however, Lidyan was seen alone, as usual, with no traces of the Death Bunch. None of the generals were seen since then and are believed to have perished somewhere along the way. | + | It is speculated that Lydian wanted them to scale up his attacks and, perhaps, build a team of followers. Several weeks later, however, Lydian was seen alone, as usual, with no traces of the Death Bunch. None of the generals were seen since then and are believed to have perished somewhere along the way. |