The gate swings open with screeching noise. You step forth on to loud ground. The gospel of moaning from all the dead forces your heart to speed. Then all is silenced and still as dark. You don't know what to expect. Turning in all directions you see only one tomb stone with the eerie glow of red light. You step closer and the silence is interrupted by penetrating scratching, sifting of dirt, and soft chanting. You inspect the grave closer and see the scribe of age: Born: late 1818 Died: early 1854 Purest of pure, Soiled in death Graved in silence Good to be burried.

Your thoughts are uncontrolled and senses weakend, a feeling of loss hangs in the air. One thought stops in your head and with it an action: to grip your axe tight. The dirt feels unstable and then an instant crash of flesh and dirt rising from the grave below your feet throws you back and to the ground. There in all it's glory is a leader, a key to the stentch of evil. A demon possesed corpse: bone, tattered rags of a hooded cloak, and decomposed bloodless flesh. The eyes are so unreal, full of nothing inside a skull of pure white, that upon glancing at them your mouth drops and you freeze. It speaks with a booming voice fading with echoes of tortured souls. "I am born again! I have been trapped for a hundred years in in the holy grave of this cemetary. Finally faith was lost and now I will finish what the master sent his servant of death to accomplish. For I am Morbid Love and I will not be ignored." Your only thoughts of this evil character are of defeat, and that you must do.

Get on your feet.