Fable

You awake to a lantern lit room with the fragrance of Rosemary. All you can see is a small table that looks like it was made by a blind butcher. There is a small window with the curtains drawn just enough so all you can see is the moon's light shining through. There is only one door, and through this door, lay mysteries that only your imagination could possibly see until you witnessed for yourself. You approach and enter the door, with a small bit of memory returning to your fragile mind, and a large squadron of undead appear before you. Whilst standing there, you search through your mind remebering how you prefer to fight, and you prefer to;