‘Sinister necromantic energy,’ huh?
It’s been a while now but I’ve new stuff to catch up with, starting with this poor fella here.
I went for a slightly more dynamic pose than last time with a slack jaw that suggests either a moan or a cranky old man noise.
“I say, my lawn isn’t for miscreants like yourself, now bugger off!”
I added a few details like the pouch, and more elaborate clothing.
Obviously, this guy was a peasant before some wily necromancer raised his corpse.
Here he is with his clothing challenged buddy. You can never have enough zombies in D&D, and I’ll likely make more as time goes on.