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Syndori dreaded ever coming to this long forgotten place. The  Field of Bones was an ancient battlefield that was hidden high in the mountains. It was here that the half-giant General Darr and his brutish  army faced certain defeat at the hands of his Dwarven adversaries. With  his final breath, the cunning general read a spell from a magic scroll  which not only killed himself, but also obliterated his enemies along  with his entire army in a tremendous burst of energy the likes of which the realm had ever seen! Thousands died in that brief moment, their flesh, armor and weapons incinerated, leaving a landscape of charred and  bleached bones. When the she-elf's naked feet disturbed the bones underneath of her, the bones stirred to life! They came together, forming a mockery of the living warriors of long-ago. The largest  skeleton formed in front of her and attacked her. It was Darr himself.  No speech came from the undead. As the legion of skeletal warriors closed in, their intentions were all too clear...Syndori was to join Darr's ranks in undeath!

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