Long Dead: The King
As skeleton after skeleton stirred in the dark, and mindlessly turned to rouse their brethren, some few were driven outward, by compulsions they could not have explained, even if they had the brains to recognize them.
Seek the silent whisper commanded, and they sought. They searched for hidden paths to the surface, through crevices and submerged in pools of stagnant water. They searched for living creatures, great and small, and for the crude tools with which they could make those creatures cease to live. Above all, they searched for the one that gifted them with unlife, so long ago, and then left them gathering dust underground.
And one found something else. In an unlighted cavern, only partially exposed from the rock face; perhaps a project the unnamable necromancer had never quite finished.
A skull the size of a cart, with teeth like swords. A ribcage that could swallow a horse. A skeleton dead long before humans learned the mystical arts, and thought to make death itself their servant. The nameless skeleton stopped, and regarded it with the awe no mindless undead creature should be capable of feeling.
Long dead, the Tyrant Lizard King.
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Also, if I even manage to strong together enough 10s to become a special skelly, I pledge to pick warrior and giant, and rampage as a T-Rex skeleton.
Reroll to Zaratustra