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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Serpenteye" data-source="post: 1350957" data-attributes="member: 1492">As Kripp, Kilcif and Tierak are leaving the matron reaches into her sleeve and pulls out a small bone-white scroll. She crouches down besides Marcarius and unrolls the expensive parchment. For a moment she revels in a feeling of melancholia, but then she concentrates on the task at hand. Touching his forehead with one hand she reads the scroll, and a ritual that would normally have taken an hour unfolds in mere seconds. "Rise, my child, rise. For I have given you life for the second time. Let me hold you in my arms once again, and take comfort in your precense. Rise, and serve me. Rise and take your vengeance on your murderers."ooc: Create Greater Undead cl 18; Spectre.</blockquote>