A skeleton knight in dark armor sits on a stone throne in a dimly lit cave, a large bloody sword resting beside him.
The narrow stone path wends its way to the cavern wall. There, set beneath a small overhang, is a crude stone throne carved from the living rock. Seated atop the throne, girded with bejeweled mithral armor and covered in a dark fungus sits a grim skeleton. A massive two-handed sword rests against the throne. The dark blade pulses with ancient, malign power, calling up bitter bile and filling your mind with dreams of bloody slaughter. See more
