Realm of The Forgotten Gods

Population Undead

Once they entered the town, Malcolm felt dread settle into his gut as the undead instantly sensed their presence and came rushing towards them. Saria had explained earlier that due to their low level that the undead wouldn't put much into strategic fighting and probably wouldn't even use weapons.

And she was right. Most charged at them with only their flailing arms as their weapons, though a few did come at them with planks of wood they had managed to tear from condemned buildings.

Malcolm clenched his jaw as he glared at the approaching undead. A few of them still had rags of what used to be clothing, but a handful of them had remnants of armor on. Though the armor was severely aged and looked like it'd do little to provide protection.

<>Skeleton. Level: 7. Health: 15/15. Mana: N/A. Stamina: 50/50. Resistances: Poison. Buffs: Undead Mantra. (This creature is being empowered by an unknown source. +10 Strength. +2 Dexterity.)

"These guys are getting a buff from somewhere!" Malcolm called out as he blinked away his analyze ability.

"My bet is on the big house by the lake!" Darion pointed far ahead of them to a large rickety house that had the most undead pouring out of it.

Malcolm glanced up at it just in time to see a large cloaked figure with luminous green eyes glaring down at them from the buildings top window.

"Yea, that looks about right!" He called out.

They had to start shouting to be heard over the sheer outburst of clacking bones and chattering teeth. Malcolm could see that they had slightly underestimated the number of undead as more lumbered from the ruined houses around them. He glanced at Saria as she finished a spell and stabbed her staff into the ground.

Albris's Protection (Large) has been casted on you! Temporary boost to Natural Defense (+10 Defense) and Health Regen (+10 HP every two seconds).

As the undead drew closer to them and stepped past the glowing ring that surrounded them, thanks to Saria's spell, they let out chilling groans as their health began to drain slowly.

"That'll slow them down, but it won't stop them from coming!" Saria shouted.

Malcolm nodded then hefted his hammer, swinging with all his might as a skeleton got a little too close to him. He had seen quite a few horror movies to know exactly where to aim his strikes. The phrase 'Aim for the head!' was one of many phrases burned into his subconscious mind. Along with 'Taco Tuesday' and the entirety of Disney song lyrics.

A satisfied smile curled his lips as his hammer crashed right through the creature's skull and the rest of its body crumpled to the ground. Lifeless. Or maybe Unlifeless?

"Hah!" He chortled, resting his hammer on his shoulder. "One-hit kill, these things are weak!"

"I feel," huffed Darion. "This will be more a strain to our stamina than anything else!"

"I agree with the grass head!" Kaslier cried out after sending a torrent of flame into an skeletons face.

It took a long while, with the undead swarming them from all sides, but they, managed to wipe out the majority of the undead. Until the thing at the large house by the lake let out a blood curdling scream and all the skeletons halted. Malcolm and the rest covered their ears as the sound bashed against their ear drums.

Once the scream died down, the halted undead began to clash into each other with reckless abandon. The group watched in horror as the skeletons began to merge, dry bones creaked and snapped as they entwined and bent. Finally, the head clicked into place and let out a haunting groan. The undead creature loomed over them, it had to over ten feet tall. It was about the shape of an overgrown gorilla. Malcolm gulped audibly as he analyzed the new monsters.