The Unforgiving Dead
The Lady Andariel
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The night sky, covered in gray from the moonlight shining through the clouds, made an erie shroud for the dead in the graveyard of the forgotten.
The wind whipped, the bare trees bent without cover of leaves, the residents began to wake from their slumber. Tonight they would walk the trails and weep.
The villagers would close and lock their doors in fear, and lights would be left on. Chanting and praying to the old gods with wailing, screams, and tears.
It was the night of the dead, and they were coming for the souls of the innocent. Children would be pulled from their beds and taken back to the tombs, where they would forever serve the half corpses each full moon.
The Lady Andariel 