Undead Knights

A thunderous storm of bone and iron tears through the mist, heralded by the frantic beating of phantom hooves and the bitter chill of the grave.

Once the proud cavalry of fallen kingdoms, these mounted champions now ride in eternal servitude. Their skeletal frames are encased in corroded, time blackened plate, fused with the decaying forms of their unliving steeds. In their bony hands, they grip heavy lances tipped with cold malice, ready to shatter the lines of the living. Beside them, a tattered skeletal banner flutters in the deathly wind, bearing faded heraldry that drives the charging phalanx forward with unholy hunger.

These undead riders have burst from their barrow mounds to trample the living beneath a relentless wave. Where they once charged for mortal glory, they now ride to purge any who dare disturb the quiet of the dead. They possess no fear, no hesitation, and no mercy. They fight only to fulfill an oath that outlived their breath and their kingdoms.

They are a charging wedge of iron and bone bound to a perpetual hunt. When the ground shatters beneath phantom hooves and the rattle of unliving horns echoes through the fog, the living know the grim truth.

The Undead Knights will trample the world until nothing else remains.