So I missed a week, but we are back with this special weather event to cheer up even the most humdrum journey across the wastes of Zarth.
“I’ve experienced it four times in my life. It always starts the same. The sky darkens as if a storm is brewing. Indeed there is a rumbling of sorts but if you listen carefully you’ll hear it’s more of a grinding sound. Then suddenly the sky goes blood red, with clouds swirling around an angry red spot, which suddenly opens up and vomits out a blanket of human bones that covers the sky, blots out the sun and even the Locust Star. If you are not already locked up tight in shelter, now is the time to run as fast as ye can, because next comes a rain of the dead armed hideous for war comes screaming down ready to harm the living”
Hongra the Horny, Scout of the Ash Plains.
This is a magical disaster that can affect an area of up to five miles square.
It starts out as typical storm, before the sky turning red round a single vertex of bloody horror, which is actually a gate to a Hellish Other World, were all the armies of the Empire that was under the Ash Plain were taken by the vengeful Old Gods in punishment for their civilisations hubris. The Sky of Bones vomits out from that Other World gate, and if you look closely enough it is an writhing mass of undead warriors held in the sky by some invisible force.
The storm lasts for d20 minutes, and each minute roll on the following table to see what drops from the Sky of Bones near the adventurers.
- 2d6 Skeletons
- 1d3 Ghouls
- 1 Wight
- 1d3 Red Zombie
- 1d4 Zombie
- 1 Mist Maid
- 1d3 Wind Wraith
- Roll again and double the number encountered.
Once the storm is over, any remaining undead are sucked back into the gate which then closes, leaving only clear peaceful skies in its wake.
It occurs mainly in the Ash Plains, probably due to its origins, but has been reported in other places in the Continent of Terror.