The full moon was shining in through the mostly shattered windows of what used to be a small temple in the castle. The light reflected off the armor and halberds of the silent, skeletal guardians, as their master walked among the three slabs sitting in the middle of the room, chanting in a almost forgotten language. A small circle, filled of magical runes, glows slightly from the ground, draping the slabs in the sinister, green light. On each slab, a body lay, seemingly void of all life, covered only in simple rags. The largest of the figure was not a beautiful one. A lot of his flesh seemed to be badly burnt, and what wasn't didn't seem to belong to him. The second figure was far more feminine and far less ugly, her body seemed to be mostly intact, with the exception of a few scars of different sized. The third was also a female, and like both the two before her, she was well muscled, yet seemingly more lean and agile. The man walking among the dead stepped to the alter of the ruin, and suddenly stopped chanting, as he lifted his hands upwards. The three circles around the slabs suddenly burst into a similarly green flame, enveloping the three bodies for a moment, before disappearing. "Welcome back to the world of the living." The man at the alter said with a smile.