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The dwarf went on, "Time enough and more. While
King Whoever and his oath-breaking guards hunted, the
clerics led the dead into Shadow Wood. Once inside, the
dead formed a circle, and inside it the dark clerics did
something, it has a name like the Song of Dead Land or the
Chant - "
The hooded mage in the company said abruptly, "The
Curse of Carrion Land. If it is spoken over a place, all
shadows deepen into darkness, and all the buried dead rise
again." He smiled at his own knowledge. "It's quite easy to
do, once you are inside the borders of a land."
After an uncomfortable silence, Flint said, "Right. And
then the dead hunted down the traitor king and his men as if
they were animals, and killed them and buried them.
"But the dark clerics had made a mistake. The Dark
Army hadn't been buried in Shadow Wood, which was now
Darken Wood, but the traitor king and his men had been. So
at sunset of the first day, the Dark Army died again, this
time for good. And that night the buried king and his men
rose again and chased the clerics out." Flint looked around
uneasily. "But the Curse of Carrion Land stayed. That's why
Darken Wood is evil. And every night, the traitor king and
his men go hunting, with no rest for them until they redeem
their pledge somehow
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