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A Headstone reads:

Mary loved Larry and she played a flute,

Larry loved Mary and he played a Lute,

Together they roamed,

over hill and home.

Then one day she tripped on a rock

Which caught on her sock,

She tumbled down cliff

So now shes a stiff.....


Here lies poor Mary.

The black feathers of the bird gracefully brushed the top of the gravestone and he cawed to his mistress, the heavy fog swirling in the graveyards quiet. She turned lowering hood green hair now black and her eyes peirced the growing fog.

Aaah thankyou Mimus this will do nicely....

Her hand shot out, grave dust flying thru the air and a puff of green light arose from the grave, the earth shook and split at the graves core and out popped a hand much like the last, but this time it was female...

Shes lovely Mimus, dont you love the hair? The bird did not respond and just tilted his head oddly.

Welcome Mary my Undead Flutist, lets go dig up your boy, pardon the expression of course....

So Shade left with a corpse in tow, it stumbled and slobbered around. Mimus following cautiously in their wake, it seems Shade had decided that if you could raise a corpse why not have some fun with it....
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