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“A hundred lost souls in an empty suit of armor? It’s getting weirder around here.” Grown complacent from dispatching meddling intruders armed only with snacks, Magyar was not ready when real monster hunters came armed with ethervision goggles, guns, and the Spear of Saint Cuthred. Magyar remained to haunt the ruined halls of the abandoned castle until the 21st century finally brought doom. Only Magyar, the last of the Strazci, survived the losing battle. Finally, at the great Siege of Lions, the final knights fell but one. The power of the remaining Strazci concentrated and grew. Over centuries, the Strazci won countless battles for their masters, but constant war whittled away the undead company’s numbers. Thus the might of the Strazci went undiminished.
To the horror of their foes, the power of the necromancy was such that whenever a Strazci fell, its spirit escaped to join and strengthen a knight that remained. With this unholy legion, Batavia terrorized its enemies. Using the power of an unholy relic, the desperate king raised his knights from death, reanimating each suit of dragon-burned armor with a spectre of the undead. The dog will not stop barking.”īatavian ghost stories tell of the Strazci, 100 elite knights slain in a battle with dragons. When I see it, I feel the awful weight of the castle’s dark history, and I long to complete my research and return to you. In the ruins of the main hall a great suit of black armor stands untouched by time. Since arriving at the castle, I cannot shake this feeling of constant dread.