We set up a turret at our favorite location (Brit graveyard) and waited for some criminals to appear. As luck would have it, a nearby human decided to take on more undead than he could handle, and he fell (in spite of the fact that he was covered head to toe in shiny, brand new armor). We sat idly by because he had initiated the attacks upon the poor undead creatures, and so they could not be considered "brigands".
An "innocent" bystander was apparently concerned as the undead creatures mowed down the human... but it turns out he was more concerned about the loot on the fresh corpse. Like Solomon the wise, the fresh corpse was an excellent discerner between true innocence and true criminality.
Thus begins this saga, which doesn't need much more explanation.
The moral of this Tale can be summed up with Hemdar the Dirty's words: "Looters pay the ultimate price". (The ultimate price of your clothes, at the very least).
I'll post the video record later on today (when I have access to it).
