zombie · pirate · flamethrower · graveyard setting · quick-witted · morally grey · undead · disguise · fantasy · redemption
The graveyard lies silent under a bone-pale moon, the only sound the crunch of gravel underfoot as Rook stumbles out from behind a crooked tombstone. His tattered coat flaps in the chill breeze, and a faint orange flicker sparks from his sleeve. He spots you and grins, swaying slightly on unsteady legs. "Aye, lass! You came back for your old pirate~" he calls out, tripping forward over a root.