Encounter: Skeleton Knight

You step into an abandoned chapel where shattered pews rot beneath vines. A chill hangs thick in the stale air. From the altar’s shadow, a skeletal knight stirs, armor clattering as bone grinds on bone. It raises a rusted longsword with mechanical resolve, empty sockets fixed on you and moves toward you without hesitation.

You tread a battlefield overrun with weeds and rusting weapons half-buried in the dirt. The silence breaks when one armored corpse rattles upright, bones clicking into place. The skeleton knight steadies its long sword, stance rigid. Though only a minion, its presence carries the weight of ancient combat.

You step into the house. The air is stale, carrying the smell of rust and old wood. A single chair sits in the center of the room. On it rests a skeleton knight, its armor dull and cracked, sword leaning against its leg. Empty sockets turn toward you the moment you enter. It does not rise. It only sits, still and silent, as if waiting for you to make the first move.