[frozen mahotaur]

Age comes for all. When one looks to the art of finding suitable corpses, it is not always easy. Some decay rapidly, others carry diseases. There are rituals when burying the dead, but some are willing to violate their sanctuary of stillness. Late at night a frail man is seen grunting, nasty and loud little imps following his shadow with shovels on their hands.

...He had seen better days.

[A scarred Necromancer is starting a wave of graveyard robbery. Old or fresh. He's taking what he can]

Attendees: One old man and most likely a bunch of imps and students. 3-4

Risk: You can't do anything that wasn't done to him before. No mercy needed.

Theme: Graveyard robbery, angry guards or worse evils lurking in the shadows.

Rewards: Fresh corpse parts for dev and undeath if the gods are kind