Legion with No Name
On Neferata's orders there were always four standing regiments of skeletal warriors animated and on duty in the lower halls of the Silver Pinnacle. This motley assortment of skeletons was composed of whatever dead bodies were to hand. The majority were lesser warriors lured to the Silver Pinnacle by undead temptresses, and cast aside once their husks had been drained of warm blood. Their assorted armour and sigils ranged from those of noble knights to sturdy men-at-arms and even northern barbarians. Spellbound, they were led to their doom. It was easy to pick out those that had been long in service, for their colours and symbols had been perverted by necromantic magic – transfigured into ghastly images of morbidity and death.[1a]