The village of Drakemire, a proud settlement on the outskirts of the Dragon Kingdom, had always stood tall against the encroaching dangers of the wilds. But now, as dawn broke and the first rays of light touched the stone walls, an army of death descended upon the village with a ferocity none could have anticipated.
The Draugr came from the mists, their skeletal forms barely visible until they were nearly upon the village. Their hollow eyes burned with eerie blue light as they marched in unison, their ancient armor clattering with each step. With terrifying precision, they moved as a wave of death, their swords and axes cutting through the outer defenses as if they were nothing but paper.
