My father is slain. His house is broken. His sword is shattered, and his axe has been rent apart. But his blood lives on.
The restless shade of a terrible demon of an age long since dust.
Thrown enchanted skulls make great necromantic 'grenades' releasing blasts of negative energy, incorporeal undead, swarms of flesh-eating worms, etc.
Ideas ( Items ) | April 3, 2007 |