i

[Letha snuck along with one of the waves of volunteers going into the wilderness, careful to stay away from the guards she knows and hiding her pregnant belly until they're out there and it's a little late to drag her back. It's getting harder as she goes into her fourth month, but she's always had a penchant for being found where she has no business being.

She breaks off from the main group, taking out her Phantump to help her with battling. He's not the strongest thing around, not by a long shot, but he manages to kill a monster and that's really all she needs. So if your character finds her now, she's sitting neatly over the corpse of a monster, holding her hands over it as she tries to raise it from the dead.]

iv

[The lights keep flickering around the communal hall, but she's used to using candles at night anyway. She's kind of happy to get the opportunity again. The network still works, and that's the only technology she even uses. She brought her tablet home from work to chat, but since the lights are currently out and she's relying on candle-light, her video feed ends up looking pretty spooky.]

Whenever the nights were cold and rainy like this in Thornwell, I'd overhear the peasants telling ghost stories and tales of the unknown. A lot of them were about necromancers and never made much sense, but I do miss the tradition.

All that being said - do any of you have stories like that from your worlds? I'd love to hear them.