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You arrive in a room with a lot of bone and flesh decorations around, a bone throne, a table made of the necrotic mass of many things that once knew life, and so forth. Sitting on the throne is an emaciated dark elf, wrinkled with the ages, and he leans forward, and grabs his staff and moves from the throne.
He walks down, and in front of the Necromaster is a quad of zombies that move in front to attack you, with the Necromaster behind, readying spells.
4 Zombie – AC7, HP11, deal 1d6 damage from punch,
Necromaster – 30 hp, AC4, Deals 1d6+1 damage in combat with staff, Casts Create Poison on his staff as they move into battle, Knows Lightning Bolt, Otto’s Spook, Magic Missile, and Phandaal’s Mantle of Stealth.
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