Graveraker
The Living Dead
“You see the face of the one you hrut so long ago, and your dead as realization blooms”
The living dead. To create a graveraker some sort of bond of grievance must be broken/made. Not a
petty grievance either, one that causes the other to become so overwhelmed with anger they fail to
die. An initial clash must be made- the aggressor to nearly kill the other and leave thinking they
have slain them. This marks the point of no return, should the defeated manage to pick themselves up
and claw their way to life sustaining supplies. They become a graveraker. Threading tubes and wires
through their rotting form, essentially dead they reek of antiseptic.
Graveraker pursue their target slowly, shambling after them. The target assumes the one they made a
graveraker is dead, they frolic around without a care in the world. Blissfully unaware a living death
is limping its way towards them. Graveraker will never run down their target. They through anger learn
a different kind of patience, a slinking slithering cunning patience. They once near their target will
secure an enclosed space, and find someone. Often asking kindly that they bring the target to the
graveraker (who at this point is masking what they are through heavy robes and perfumes). This
unassuming courier relays the message to the target, getting them to follow. From where they become
trapped with the one they thought dead.
Slaying a graveraker is no easy task- that shambling pursuit. The anger so palpetable; that when mixed
with medicine becomes all the lifeblood they need. They conserved their energy, and now it's time to
unleash it. Tearing their rotten spoiled bodies apart, taking their target with them. Should the
graveraker be slain- their spirit will never rest easy. Going on to fall to the depths of the underbirth,
constantly wreaking pain or attempting the possession of another so that they may finish what the other
started. But when they succeed, the graveraker will fall and rest easy. It may happens seconds after
their targets end, or hours. The scale is made even, its time for their eternal slumber in another plane
more blissful than the waking tragedy they walked.
Make no mistake, they are not evil. No petty disagreement or crime creates a graveraker. The worst of the
worst create them, those who should have never been born. The graveraker is but an embodiment of one of
the concepts of justice.