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The Graverending

Charnilee started her prayers to Kiaransalee, soon the Graverending would be carried on. The graveyard we have found on the surface was plenty of corpses that could be used well in the name of the Lady of Dead, thought.

Illiamdril, a relatively new priestess, started chanting. Then, from one of the cripts a wail was heard. A creature emerged through it. It was dirty, its eyes sunken, and it walked with little grace. It was a Vengeance Hunter.

Soon, all the priestesses starting animating each corpse they found and turning them in Vengeance Hunters. Many undeads were marching after that.

Shritana, a Kiaranshee, watched as the priestesses did their jobs, animating many others corpses, but with a concerned gaze in the other drow.

This doesn't make sense, thought Charnilee, scowling. What were they doing in the surface? Why did the Graverending had to be here, in this graveyard? What sense did it have?

She animated the dead as she walked away, consumed by her thoughts. She always thought that the Lady of the Dead never cared too much about the surface. What was in her mind? Perhaps Shritana was wrong about the desires of her godess, it was imposible that Kiaransalee was interested in this graveyard. She shook those thought out of her head. She should not question her godess. Then she triped on something.

A lot of ground was acumulated rather carefully. It seems that we got another grave, thought Charnilee, her lips twitching into a vicious smile. She started moving her hands in an arcane pattern. Then, a hand penetrated the ground, being visible the necromancer. It was an ebony hand.

Then, another hand went out of the precary tomb, it was pretty injured, scars all over it, but it could be easy to see that it was also ebony. Then, the hands started scratching the ground wildly, trying to uncover the body. Some minutes later, the body was revealed.

It was a drow, the black skin revealed that fact. It had a broken black mask covering its face. It was a woman; a part of the shirt was cutten, revealing that fact. The drow's head was shaven.

The Vengeance Hunter started searching in her "tomb" something. Then, she emerged with a sword in her right hand and a dagger and a ring in her left.

Charnilee had heard rumors while she was serving that stupid spider-hugger. They were not many, but enough to make her think if this undead was in life whom she thought.

I can always try, she said to herself. Charnilee's black gaze was fixed upon the undead drow. After a few minutes she spoke "Hello, Ellifain."

As soon as the Vengeance Hunter heard this, her once colorless eyes started blazing. Charnilee smiled.