Three Favourites

Bones creaked and flesh ruptured as the battered bodies rose from their eternal rest, their skin decaying subtly under the strain of Loimos's death force seeping deep into them, the bodies were fresh, some of them still capable of roaring.

Climbing and crawling out of their communal grave, the mindless carcasses charged at the nearest livings with extreme prejudice, a horned beast rushing to try and fling one of the guards into the air, only for its charge of be met with a bright blade of light, cleaving it straight in half with exceeding simplicity.

The swordsman eyed the oncoming tide of corpses, yelling out for some reinforcement, despite the overwhelming quantity of newly risen undead, the guards managed to confine them nearly immediately, preventing them from reaching any of the clients, who were, for the most part, completely oblivious to the movements of the guards.