Shadowgate

As you approach the skeleton, you eye it over. It wields a steady short sword, paired with a body fitting buckler. A tarnished breastplate covers the chest. Gauntlets and greaves gleam in the light. Your eyes stare through the royal helm into the sockets of the skull mocking a vacant stare back at you.

A bellowing roar makes your heart nearly beat through your ribs. Your neck snaps up to behold an immense winged figure emerge from the harrowing cave in the wall at the end of the Great Hall, nearly half a mile away. It inhales.