RPG on the Portal.

Almaren wandered through the camp, simply amazed. Everywhere people were strangling and stabbing each other. And they consider themselves champions of good? Hmm... Where is this world heading...
At that moment, a terrified dwarf ran up to him: "Lord Mage, something—something terrible is happening! Skeletons are marching toward the camp by the hundreds, and behind them come undead, bone dragons, and other same-kind creatures! Woe to us, woe!"
- Now, don't panic. Where are the skeletons?
- Over there, - the dwarf waved his hand vaguely. - Or maybe there? - he gestured in another direction. - They are everywhere.
Almaren smiled. Rumors continue to spread through the camp. And now, clashes with the paladins will begin. At this rate, by morning, this camp could be taken with bare hands. Although, it wouldn't hurt to add some panic.
(mentally summons Smoke).
- Smoke, if you can hear me and still want to help OT. Could you pretend to be a shaman for a bit? Let them hear you preach about the imminent retribution of the Barbarian.