This would have been fascinating, but was regrettably interspersed with nightmares of being naked at the bookstore. One would assume an undead warrior queen would not have that problem, but I nevertheless found myself holding a gazeteer as modestly as possible. Then a bunch of crusading knights showed up and wiped out my people, forcing me to try to dig a hole to hide in. It was one of those weird things where despite everybody standing around looking at you, they can't SEE you, so I was digging this hole in plain view, while everybody wondered where I'd gone. Dreams are weird like that.
The only really notable thing was an interesting creature called a "woestrider" who was like a burly ragged scarecrow, in an overcoat, on stilts hung with rags. He was a named elite (my brain slipped into WoW interface for part of it) and I expected him to try to kill me, but instead he attempted to sell me life insurance. He was gruff but not a bad sort. Except for the life insurance.