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They said they came from here- they, being the village elders that had put up the notice all over the Spine for assistance.
The dead were plaguing Lightwood, feasting on their game, cutting trees. Very peculiar for the undead to do. The town guard had encountered several, and had come to blows- two guards dying, and the townsfolk repelling, at their words, dozens at once.
A whole army of them, practically. But Arnor had only encountered and taken care of three in his trek from Lightwood to the entrance to the mineshaft the locals had pinpointed the undead spewing from.
They said the dead walked here in droves, coming forth from this once- forgotten mineshaft. Some of the locals said it lead to an ancient city, forgotten- or perhaps, hidden by time. Arnor wondered what caused the apparent collapses in the wood beams, and why they were now repaired suddenly. His torch lit the way, his sword in the other hand, as he carefully stepped forward.
Something was amiss in this tunnel- the air was too cool, too spacious. There was also movement in it. The mine shaft must have opened to a larger chasm, or to a larger section of it. His torch was good for now- and recently lit torches. But did the dead need to see? Were they really, in droves- as they said? Creaks and moans stopped Arnor in his tracks. He was only a few steps into the mine shaft, and heard something behind him.
He swung his torch around, sword at the ready, the light barely reaching in the darkness of the night.
"Who goes there?"