**”Playtime is Ogre”**
thud… thud… Footsteps sounded from somewhere beyond the chamber doors. Oh no… Whatever was coming sounded big… and heavy. The pace picked up into a charge. thUD–THUD– SLAM! A huge, bulky figure blitzed through the half-open door, blasting the wood from the hinges in a shower of splinters. Althea turned away, shielding her face. A few scraps of wood bounced off her back and flank, but she remained unharmed. The cacophany passed as quickly as it came, and she found herself huddled in silence– near silence. Wet labored breathing, like the ocean tide, burbled from behind the young cleric. There stood over ten feet of muscle, fat, and sagging, pustulent flesh. Althea had never seen an actual ogre in her life, let alone a zombified ogre. Though it sounded like the thing was breathing, she suspected it was in fact the sound of various gases bubbling and churning inside the thing’s bloated, rotten body.