“This way. The mountain will welcome us.”
Brickborn knows rites that the tall people know not. His people have studied the lores and passed down the truths, mother to son and father to daughter as long as the moon has passed over the sky. Brickborn knows the secrets of living rock, which have served him well since he lost his first arm. He can fight the zombies – he can chase the zombies away – he can make both the undead beasts and the necromancers run in fear, or make the earth swallow them up. The zombies will fall, and Brickborn will fell them.