"Dear god, what happened here?" The murmur from the point ripples over the brigade, an echo of the thoughts ringing through me; and judging from everyones expression, theirs too. The field is littered with corpses, a holes punched through theirs heads, torsos and legs; limbs drained and mummified, weeping a snap as my boot presses into an arm. As I looked up, something deep in my stomach turned and sank like a stone, dragging my lungs into my stomach. My head reached barely over the high grass, but peering out over the field, I could see grass indentations in every direction.

We pushed deeper, intent on finding whatever did this to these poor lost souls; when we suddenly stop, as the point man begins to investigate one of the bodies. I push to the front, and notice a troubled look upon Gilith's face. "Is something wrong?" Gilith grumbled and paused for a moment, "There's something about these bodies sir, something just... wrong. Can you get the medic up here to take a look at this?" Frie came up and looked over the body, "Sir, I have a bad feeling about this. I've seen the result of many an unlucky soul before, bodies mummified by a Bloodsucker Swarm, the warmth stolen from the hearts of the Maggot Men, but never something like this." I looked over the body, true it was unusual to see a torso with a hole punched through them, but that in itself didn't seem concerning. "What specifically is unusual here Frie?" "It's the holes, sir; there's skin connected all the way through."

No sooner had the words left her mouth then they were upon us. The bodies coming alive and lurching towards us from all directions. I turn to deflect a groping hand; the head of the zombie removed in a single swift motion. I turn back again, "FRIE, WE NEED-" I'm cut short, and Frie is nowhere to be seen, as grab marks and finger nails lay in the dirt, leading deeper into the underbrush. Gilith isn't doing much better, pinned to the ground by a trio of zombies, and I see the same fate becoming each of the others. I fled. It was the cowardly thing to do, and I know that Lathandar will never forgive me for allowing the flames of those brave men and women to be snuffed in such a manner; but in the moment I fled nonetheless.

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The Corpse Field is exactly as it sounds, a field of corpses. The Corpse Field is like a pitcher plant and venus fly trap, a conglomeration of zombies corrupted by the shadowfell, into a single being rooted deep in the earth. In terms of anatomy, you can imagine a Corpse Field in 2 parts, the Core, and the Tendrils. The Core is the center of the Corpse Field, being the main body, and the Tendrils stretch out randomly in a circular area with a radius between 15 and 50ft. wide, depending on the age of the Corpse Field. Whenever a humanoid is killed by the Corpse Field, they are dragged by the Tendril back to the Core, where they are eaten. After their food has been digested, instead of expelling the exriment like any living creature, instead they use the skeleton of the creature as a frame, growing flesh and skin around the corpse, transforming it into a new Tendril.

Corpse Fields are ambush predators, however there are many variations. The most common variation of a Corpse Field is as described in the short story, a literal field of bodies in an area, full of puncture marks left over time feeding. While not smart, Corpse Fields are inspired in their intuition, and this variation of Corpse Fields often hide the tendrils that connect the bait to the main body in the terrain; deep in a field of high grass, submered in the mud of a wetland, under snow or sand, whatever can hide them from above.  
A less common variant of the Corpse Field that was once known as the monster, the Lynching Tree, is known as an Everblack Corpse Field. These Corpse Fields are usually created as the result of a mass lynching, where the corpses of the damned spontaneously and simultaneously regain life through the Shadowfells influence. These Corpse Fields look like the result of a mass lynching, tendrils hanging down from the branches of the trees, and the core hidden away in the hollow of a tree. When encroached upon, the Tendrils of the Everblack fall from the branches as one like humanoid spiders, hoarding their victims towards the tree's trunk, through which it spears them from behind.  
Another varient of the Corpse Field are known as the Dungeon Corpse Field. These Corpse Fields take home in caves and dungeon entrances, having bodies line the walls and the cave entrance, baiting the curious deep into its depths before blocking the way out.