Death has come. But I am not yet ready to move on.
There is my body, or what is left of it.
Tortured to death, perhaps for information.
Or perhaps this Keeper has intended to convert me to its side.
I cannot go back now. All I am now is wrong.
All I can do now is join this Keeper until I am able to move on.
I will go to the temple and pray for salvation.
I am the only ghost in this dungeon.
Keeper does not allow enemies to become ghosts.
They become skeletons if captured or converted.
Or they are killed and dragged off to the graveyard.
I am the only ghost in this dungeon.
Keeper must have special need of me.
Maybe might abilities of flight or concealment are useful.
I am the only ghost in this dungeon.
Wait another torture victim died, there is a second ghost.
Keeper seems enraged for some reason.
Am I … an accident?
Did Keeper simply forget to heal my previous form?
I am useless in this dungeon.
Life is terrible.
Unlife is even worse.
I will go to the temple, pray and calm my soul.
The temple is not big enough.
Other ghosts got here first.
Well unlife gets even worse still.
Keeper appreciates all his creatures.
Even us ghosts are allowed to train and reach our full potential.
When a battle comes I will be thrown into the melee.
I rest easy knowing Keeper values us all.
A fight is starting.
I have spells at my disposal, fear me.
The fight is shifting and Keeper is relocating.
There go the orcs, and the mistresses.
There go the dragons. The enemy is closing in.
There go the bile demons and the vampires.
There goes my hope of survival.