There is no greater abomination to behold than the undead. Their decaying bodies, devoid of souls, animated by wicked design and an unholy link to the negative plane. The empty vessels, putrid and rancid, corrupt and vile, walking and talking as if they had never lost life, never died. They are unredeemable, having no place in the land of the living, none in the lands of the dead.
They do not even have the dignity to act like normal carrion, actually having the gall to fight back if I happen to choose one for a snack. No self respecting carrion eater should have to concern itself with the prospect of indigestion, merely because the aforementioned meal refuses to lie still. However, there is sport in the hunt with them at the very least. It is intriguing to note that even these creatures can fear something... especially in light of the fact that they seem to revel in the fear that they cause in their own rampaging.
Hear me, all creatures of the undead, be you heucuva, vampire, lich, dracolich, wraith, wight, ghost, shade, or what-have-you. You hold no place in the realms, no place other than in the depths of my gullet. A tasty morsel, a minor tidbit to sate my hunger during my flight. You are not eternal. Mine is the face of your final oblivion. I am your ultimate destruction, watch for me.
Posted by Navarre at July 2, 2003 12:35 AM