"The Creation of the Greater and Lesser Undead"

Poem from "The book of the Eternal Unquiet" ," Order of the "Eternal  Vigilance "

"The Restless"

No longer want sleep

All Born of  Pale one's own flesh

Forever Hunger

It is said that in her sorrow at what was wrought from The Destroyer’s  machinations, The Pale lady gathered up her fallen in the Greatest of her Citadels, the last of the Great ziggurats. There she breathed new life into her disciples and gave onto them the charge to live out eternity anew, build new wonders in place of those that were loss. The Corrupter in a fit  of spite showed them all that was taken from them and whispers of what it would take to get it back, that soon turned they turned into a roar of vengeance. Yet her children were now full of wraith, loss and greed for that which was lost to them. Which call all be taken from the living with ease. For in their rebirth they found strength and powers that could now be turned to a new purpose. Watching her Children be turned from their path, another great work turned to ash before her. She wept....Then withdrew leaving those that clung to the path she had set to right the way or let it crumble.

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