How delightful, alcoves filled with the rotting remains of long-dead monks.
As I approach the first alcove, the air around me curdles and twists, birthing a horde of skeletons and zombies, all eager to protect their precious resting place. Well, isn't that just dandy?
In this dimly lit room with stone walls and alcoves, I can see the gleaming bones of my foes, their empty eye sockets staring back at me in the darkness. The stench of decay fills the air, a stark reminder of the many would-be tomb raiders who came before me and never left.
My attire consists of chain mail armor for protection, and I wield my trusty battleaxe to strike down these vile creatures. I can see perfectly fine in the dark thanks to my handy darkvision, so I'm not at a disadvantage here.
Let's see, we have three skeleton warriors, all clad in rusted armor and armed with shortswords, and two zombies, shambling about in decaying clothing and stinking up the place. How quaint.
Here I go, striking down the first skeleton warrior with my battleaxe. Unfortunately, it manages to strike me first. Not ideal, but I've faced worse. Then, the zombie lunges at me, dealing a death blow! Curse this undead fiend! My health reaches zero, and every starts to turn dark.
But wait! A mysterious divine healing revives me, preventing my untimely demise. How kind of some unknown dark god to intervene on my behalf.
Back in the fray, I strike down another zombie with my battleaxe, dealing massive damage. But then, the remaining zombie attacks and delivers yet another devastating blow, reducing me to no health once more.
Alas, it seems that my time has come to an end. I shall perish and join the undead in this wretched crypt, surrounded by the stench of decaying monks and undead creatures. What a way to go.