“You ever wonder what hell is like? This. This is hell.”
Lord Falstaff commanded a small rural territory; his castle perched far up on a craggy mountain. That was before the zombies came. He was a good lord and protector to his people – but the necromancers and their creatures were more than he could fight against. And while he was fighting and losing, the monsters found Lord Falstaff’s young bride. There are some that say the man who came down from the mountain after that night was a different person: bloodthirsty, violent, ruthless. Nobody says any of that to his face, however. No-one says anything at all to his face.