The Yellow Flame, Golden Hand.

Down in the depths, in the deepest tomb of Na- ahem.. Erazeck. A twelve floor dungeon of large floors, ancient magic, and many undead.

A raid group of fifteen adventurers readied themselves at the top of a stair case. 

Up to this point their raid had been largely uneventful. This was a famed dungeon too, endless undead, high reward, and the depeer you go the better it gets.

Nobody had passed the eighth level yet. At which they stood at the top of the stair case to. 

Often times they would have encountered hordes of undead, followed up by stronger undead. However the oddity of no mob worried them.

Unfortunately their mission was to see why. They all were rather tidy and clean, a testiment to the alck of enemies. 

They worried dearly, but had three adventurers here that could slap the stronger undead in the face with ease.