We were able to overpower the gnoll guards. But the withered body in the cage awoke, broke out and attacked us … We just managed to smash it to pieces, but … the parts were still moving, crawling around …
We stuffed them into a box and went further into the cave …
There we found… I can hardly describe it, it’s… that’s how the undead gnolls are made, apparently. A gnoll corpse lay on a kind of altar in a magic circle, cut open, disemboweled. The air was dry, the flesh desiccated. The fingers trembled slightly, the leg twitched now and then.
Perhaps I am the first person to have seen such a gnoll ritual.