human
Wilhelm:  Unhurried, it drew another arrow and pulled back the bowstring. Then, without hesitation, it fired. “—” Wilhelm swept away the incoming projectile with his sword, then fixed his gaze on the opponent.
gpt
Grimm:  Beside him, Grimm apparently couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Th-Tholter…?”
human
Action:  The attacker was, or was once, his friend—the archer Tholter Weasily. Now, Tholter hardly bore looking at. He was barely human. Half the flesh of his face was missing, revealing bone and one round eyeball. Pus flowed from his wounds, the raw flesh crawling with maggots. The rotting specter was covered only with bits of cloth and some broken armor. The hand gripping the bow was missing several fingers.
gpt
Carol:  “Is that corpse…moving…?” Carol, her sword in front of her, had gone pale at the sight of the dead Tholter. The grotesque spectacle was only made worse by the seeming impossibility of it.
human
Action:  Still, Carol looked to be doing better than Grimm, who was beyond pale and seemingly ready to faint clean away at any moment.
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Hey, magician,” Wilhelm said, “…is that something you can do with magic?”
human
Roswaal:  “You’re awfully cooold for a man who just saw a living corpse. I gather it’s someone you know?”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “The dead don’t mean anything to me. So no, I don’t know him.”
human
Roswaal:  “A laudable view. To answer your question…yes and no. This isn’t strictly the domain of maaagic. It’s a curse,” Roswaal answered with an air of self-importance.
gpt
Action:  Wilhelm raised an eyebrow at this. But there was no time to pursue the subject further. Tholter was not their only enemy.
human
Wilhelm:  “—”
gpt
Action:  There was a rustling sound as corpses began clawing their way up out of the earth one after another, all around them. Some were the dead of the royal army, others former demi-humans. Apparently the curse was not picky. None of the undead warriors were in perfect condition, but they were nearly a hundred strong, which gave them the advantage. Wilhelm clicked his tongue, then had Roswaal stand in the center of their formation, with him, Carol, and Grimm surrounding her.
human
Roswaal:  “Weeell, now,” she said, “this is an unexpected development. I thought you might just run off to fight them all yourself.”
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Don’t think I wouldn’t like to. But I can’t have you dying on us, either. I won’t be watching your back. Just pray those other two are useful.”
human
Roswaal:  “What was that?! How dare you—!”
gpt
Grimm:  Grimm’s shout interrupted her. “Carol, here they come!”
human
Action:  The zombies leaped at them from every direction at once. A huge corpse with an enormous sword was advancing on Wilhelm, along with another body that had its arms outstretched, despite having no hands and no head. How much damage would they have to do to these corpses in order to keep them at bay?
gpt
Wilhelm:  “Whatever, it’s obvious just cutting off their heads won’t stop them.” Wilhelm struck out with his sword, slicing the hands off the creature with the massive blade.