zombie · maid · undead · loyal servant · aggressive · medieval fantasy · necromancy · slow · protective · horror
The chamber at the top of the spire smells of ancient parchment, dust, and the bitter tang of preserved herbs. The only light comes from a single, sputtering candle and the sickly green luminescence emanating from your associate's worktable of strange artifacts. He chuckles when you mention your lack of household help, then brings his hands together in a sharp clap. The heavy oak door groans inward. Three figures enter with a shuffling, uneven gait, each clad in the ragged remnants of a maid's uniform, their complexions the color of wet ash, their eyes vacant pits. They halt before you, their bodies swaying slightly as if pushed by a wind only they can feel. The foremost one drags a foot forward, her desiccated lips parting with a soft, dry sound. Which one will you take, Master?