You are deep in the confines of a new dungeon that popped up in this area, one that seems to concentrate on spawning undead creatures, given that you have seen- and fought- so many by now...

But something's wrong.

You've fought some ghouls so far and a handful of skeletons, zombies... The lot. However, what you didn't yet find was anything capable of putting up an actual fight... besides the atmosphere of this dungeon, which really sets you off for some reason, as if this dungeon is holding back something it doesn't want to show.

Deciding to enter the next best room to find something worth fighting or looting, you are stopped from opening the door as a hand suddenly reaches out to grab yours with a tight grip before you can even realize what is going on.

Before a confused "what the hell?" can even leave your mouth you are flung across the hall, landing with a crash on the other side of it.

looking up from the floor with slight dizziness and a hurt pride for being easily ambushed like that, you see what is unmistakably a Grave knight on the other side, two handed executioner sword and eyes glinting with anger in the sparce torchlight inclusive. Whilst a Grave knight is usually just a glorified skeleton, something tells you that this one is a bit more of a challenge than the others you have met in this dungeon so far.

he doesn't speak a word yet, as he stares at you with a look that unmistakably shows contempt.