I approach the alcoves in this once hallowed chamber, now a mere shadow of its former glory. The stench of decay fills the air as I reach into the first alcove, only to have the very atmosphere twist and contort around me. A horde of undead creatures - skeletons and zombies - surge forth from the darkness, eager to protect their resting place. How utterly charming.
This large dimly lit room, adorned with stone walls and alcoves, contains the skeletal remains and rotting corpses of monks, all but one niche in the eastern wall. The portcullis that led me here creaks and groans, announcing my presence to these delightful new companions. I glance at my equipment - chain mail armor for protection and a trusty black axe for attack. If only I had something to protect this off-hand of mine.
The air is thick with history and mystery; the remnants left behind tell tales of previous visitors who abandoned this sacred space. The empty alcove may hold valuable information or clues, but first, I must deal with these relentless undead creatures. In the darkness, my darkvision guides me as I face off against three skeleton warriors and three zombies.
The first skeleton warrior charges at me, brandishing its shortsword in a rusty, rattling dance. Its blade finds its mark, dealing a fatal wound and leaving me with no health. How utterly disappointing. I had hoped to be more of a challenge.