The dead do not rest easy in Mantica, for there are those who would use them as macabre puppets to fulfill their own mortal ends. Skeletal foot troops and cavalry shamble onwards in a relentless tide, overwhelming any who stand in their path. Even the bravest of men will blanch in terror at the sight of an undead horde. Legions of foulness advance in horrifying silence, destroying all that they see before them without mercy or restraint. And then, then greatest horror of all, the recently dead rise up on the invisible strings of their necromantic masters to turn on those they called friends and comrades.