As the gate to his throne room begins the agonizing process of opening, Grendark, Lord of the Lich Lands, Grand Arbiter of the Undead Alliance, hastily rolls up his monologue scroll. No word from his generals? These ‘heroes’ were stronger than he expected.
As the gate comes to a stumbling halt, he begins. “So, you have finally-“ He stops as, rather than a full party of ‘heroes’, a singular human child, totally unscathed and brandishing a dull wooden sword, marches through the open gate. His generals quickly clog up the gateway behind her, their eyeless gazes seeming to rapidly swap between their leader and the girl.
“Gwendawk,” the girl begins. “I, Anastwa- Anastwat- Ants-“ The girl stomps in frustration. “Me! I’m gonna kill you!” Screaming at the top of her lungs, the girl dashes forward toward the lich lord. As she starts to clamber up the steep steps of his throne room, screaming her war cry between labored breathes, the lich eyes his generals in bewilderment. They answer with simultaneous shrugs.