"
Here lies a boy Victim of pox
They cleaned his corpse, put it in a box.
I'll let him stay in his grave
He's no zombie material.
Here lies Old Bess
Died of her age
At the play's end, she exited the stage.
Alas, she won't behave.
She's no zombie material."
Rhuneth was lucky to have found this cemetery. Gayatri warned her to stay away from the more popular, still visited grave sites - that could have ended up with her getting caught. The halfling believed she could handle herself - she still had one capable ghoul at her side, after all. She wasn't some amateur that only started replenishing her group after she's run out of undead! And this overgrown, abandoned graveyard was perfect for her purposes. No one would miss a few dead bodies from here, would they?
"There is the tomb of the family Wright
By this pile of rubble and stone.
Should I raise Uncle William?
He was a knight...
Cut in half?
Maybe not.
Not the one..."
She prepared the ritual tools already and was ready to raise the moment she got her perfect zombie-to-be. The ghoul bedecked in ruffles and ribbons, Annie, was following her dutifully, ready to carry the chosen body to the summoning circle. Her arms were not strong enough to dig her future friend out of the grave, but that was Rhuneth's responsibility. While the main purpose of her grave robbing excursions was making friends, sometimes she found a thing so nice and handy that she just had to take it along. Two of those surprise treasures was a dress she wore, pastel green with ribbons tied in the shapes of flowers; and the ring on her thumb. It was clearly designed for a hand with bigger fingers, but she was more interested in the enchantment than its appearance. When the probably fake gemstone was depressed, the spell created a large phantasmal paw that followed the movements of the wearer's hand, but with greater strength. It was a perfect tool to dig up a grave!
Perhaps I'll bring her back from the dead,
Maybe this one
Or one over here.
She was executed,
For political crime.
But zombie have no need for a head
I'll just put a cute hat on her short neck.
Wrap some ribbons around
Wash away dirt and grime..."
She stopped singing. Something was moving near the entrance, and it wasn't Annie. Had she miscalculated? Was this cemetery still visited by people? That put her in a pickle.