As he waited for another tribe to be located, Ruvan spent his free time sculpting one of his toys into a superior undead with bone blades sprouting from its shoulders where its arms used to be. He increased its ability to stay silent by replacing the feet with padded paws, claws, and all.

I shall call you a Reaper.

“I apologize for interrupting you, master, but we have visitors.”

Annoyed, Ruvan looked over at Feno and asked, “What visitors? Did more undead show up without my knowledge?”

“They call themselves the Gwanith. A collection of murderers and outcasts who find pleasure in causing pain. They introduced themselves by executing a recent deserter and tossing the head at the gate.”

Amused at the show of cruelty, Ruvan ordered...

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