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Haul watched as a pair of acolytes carefully lowered a wrapped body into a grave, listening to the quiet murmuring that would hopefully keep the dead man’s ghost from wandering. While he didn’t know how the man died, he knew there was always a chance of him returning as a ReDead or Poe. That was what his family watched out for, what he and his fellow knights trained for. The rising of the dead.
Speaing of…
He drew his sword as he heard the faint moan of a ReDead. The acolytes continued with their ceremony as he moved towards the sound, either unable to hear the sounds he had been trained to, or confident he and his fellow knights would keep them safe. It didn’t really matter, as long as they didn’t accidently draw the creature’s attention to themselves. It was still early evening, and as long as they finished their ritual quickly and returned to the keep, they should be in no danger.
Haul strode quickly towards where he heard the ReDead’s moans. It was easy enough to find, despite the near darkness, wandering around near its grave. He paused for a moment, focusing on the charm in his ring to summon the shadows around himself, using them to hide himself from the ReDead’s view. Then he continued towards it, moving quietly to avoid alertly it to his presence. No matter how many times he faced one, he was still wary around them, knowing that a single misstep could result in his death.
Thankfully, this ReDead was no different from any he’d faced before it, and was easily dispatched without incident. Haul glanced back to where the acolytes had finished their ceremony and were proceeding to fill the grave. A few of the knights that were also patrolling the graveyard moved to help, although he knew they remained alert for the slightest sound of the restless spirits. Much as he wanted to, he wouldn’t remain here all night. No, only until midnight, when someone came to relieve him. Then he’d return to the keep and sleep, only to rise in the morning and join his father to hold court. It was a tedious exercise, and one he’d be happy to skip, but he knew it could be just as important as keeping watch over the graves.
Speaing of…
He drew his sword as he heard the faint moan of a ReDead. The acolytes continued with their ceremony as he moved towards the sound, either unable to hear the sounds he had been trained to, or confident he and his fellow knights would keep them safe. It didn’t really matter, as long as they didn’t accidently draw the creature’s attention to themselves. It was still early evening, and as long as they finished their ritual quickly and returned to the keep, they should be in no danger.
Haul strode quickly towards where he heard the ReDead’s moans. It was easy enough to find, despite the near darkness, wandering around near its grave. He paused for a moment, focusing on the charm in his ring to summon the shadows around himself, using them to hide himself from the ReDead’s view. Then he continued towards it, moving quietly to avoid alertly it to his presence. No matter how many times he faced one, he was still wary around them, knowing that a single misstep could result in his death.
Thankfully, this ReDead was no different from any he’d faced before it, and was easily dispatched without incident. Haul glanced back to where the acolytes had finished their ceremony and were proceeding to fill the grave. A few of the knights that were also patrolling the graveyard moved to help, although he knew they remained alert for the slightest sound of the restless spirits. Much as he wanted to, he wouldn’t remain here all night. No, only until midnight, when someone came to relieve him. Then he’d return to the keep and sleep, only to rise in the morning and join his father to hold court. It was a tedious exercise, and one he’d be happy to skip, but he knew it could be just as important as keeping watch over the graves.