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Wait. Did I just say necromancers?
Why yes I did. Maybe I should back up a little. On an otherwise ordinary night, Mr. Felshaw, the grave watcher, was patrolling the graveyard on his usual, well, graveyard shift. It wasn't unheard of to be seeing visitors at night, but something strange- stranger than teenagers messing around with Ouija boards and whatnot- was going on. Unusual chants came from a circle of cultists dressed in black.
Mr. Felshaw went in closer to investigate and it was the last thing he did. His head was detached from his body shortly thereafter.
The next day, a headless zombie wandered into town. The local priests took it upon themselves to dump their supply of holy water on the zombie, causing it to melt into a dusty paste.
The townspeople gathered together to address the abomination of necromancy in their town. This is their story.