Three days later, the gnome noble led the 1,000 giant gnomes toward the mine. As they drew near, the army’s scout noticed that something was wrong. “My lord! Undead creatures lurk within the mine.”1

The gnome noble froze in confusion. He had heard of the undead before. They were monsters raised from corpses. Any area that housed them was considered as ominous and would draw even more of their kind over time.0

The gnome noble was in a dilemma. The mine belonged to the gnomes, and abandoning it so easily felt unthinkable. Yet, the presence of undead was an ill omen, and he dared not march into their lair without more knowledge. After weighing his options, he ordered the scout to monitor...0