Undead

Frumious had first-hand insight into how a creature might possess intelligence of a sorts, yet still lack an eternal component. Some of these creatures still served the Will of Omnos, as they were integral to the mechanism of the world. Others, though, clearly served the will of something else. In this sense, they were no more substantial to the cleric than an animated broomstick in a dusty curiosities shop.

Sarath had warned his charge that there would be dark spirits who could emulate the semblance of life very convincingly. Telling them apart would require great perception. The tell-tale signs of redcaps and reavers were obvious to anyone with a sense of self-preservation, but it would not always be so easy.

Then there was the matter of that tree. Clearly, it was something terrible, something evil. But Frumious suffered from a lack of understanding. Was the tree itself a source of evil, or was it infected with something? Could it be cleansed? Could it be destroyed? He would be thinking about this for some time.