Zombie Arm

Let us dwell, for a moment, on the original owner of this club, a man named Mort. Mortimer Grimm had the sort of name adored by those who believe in nominative determinism. Mort Grimm, his parents effectively cursed him at birth to become an undead monstrosity, and their curse came true. 

The undead were rare in Ghornfell, but not unheard of. Some druids, who spent too long in the Whispering Swamps, apparently learned strange rituals that would raise a corpse as a mindless servant, doomed to wander the world in search of delicious, delicious brains. Mort was one of these, though he resurrected with somewhat less all-consuming-hunger than his cohorts. As the other zombies were herded towards human encampments, Mort wandered off into the poisonous Bloodblight Swamp, in search of mysteries. There he encountered a strange scientist who did not immediately attempt to set him on fire –  an improvement over the response from most people.