Information
Bo the Digger
Callaghan
Legacy Name: Callaghan
The Bloodred Malticorn
Owner: Trithie
Age: 8 years, 2 months, 2 weeks
Born: February 9th, 2016
Adopted: 7 years, 6 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: October 16th, 2016
Statistics
- Level: 40
- Strength: 100
- Defense: 100
- Speed: 100
- Health: 100
- HP: 100/100
- Intelligence: 100
- Books Read: 100
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
And then, it happened.
One night, while making his rounds, he had seen the dirt of one of his graves was disturbed. He hadn’t thought much of it, and had quickly smoothed it over. But it had happened again, night after night, and eventually it seemed he was fixing every grave each night. That had been the easy part.
As he was smoothing over one of the graves, he’d hit something with his shovel. He’d bent down to see what it was and recoiled once he’s realized it was a hand. And it was moving. The dead weren’t dead and certainly weren’t at rest anymore. Cal watched the hand, grasping and trying to push the dirt aside. He wasn’t really afraid, just curious. When the first light of dawn hit, the hand stopped moving.
Eventually the dead began escaping their graves. At first, he’d hidden from them, not sure what to expect. He hoped he wasn’t dealing with a zombie apocalypse or something, but he’d wanted to be prepared, so he’d packed his groundskeeper shack with several knives, guns and various bludgeoning tools. Luckily, they didn’t seem aggressive, they would just stand around and stare at the sky until dawn. It was eerie seeing them all facing the same direction, staring upwards- even the ones who didn’t have eyeballs anymore.
Cal had eventually taken to watching them when he’d realized that they seemed safe. He made sure that none wandered off or made too much of a fuss. After dawn, once they had all gone back to being dead, he would grab his shovel and bury them all back in their graves. It was slimy work that sometimes ended in corpses missing an arm or a leg, and sometimes ended in him covered in bits of flesh and blood, but it seemed to him as if it was his duty to the dead to make sure they had proper burials night after night. He never told anyone about this part of his job, and luckily no one ever questioned why he sometimes came home covered in dirt and gore.
overlay: Wereniss
profile: Arie
story: Trithie
Pet Treasure
Sunlit Graveyard Sticker
Stormy Graveyard Sticker
Grave Digging Sticker
Harvested Moon
Heavy Duty Flashlight
Ominous Grave Markers
Shallow Grave
Bone Orchard Marker
Gravedigger Shovel
Garden Dirt
Enticing Cave
Ominous Tombstone
Necromancer Disturbed Crypt Dirt
Newly Dug Grave Beanbag
Disturbed Gravesite
Mourning Sentinel
Essence of Living Shadow
Possessed Mouse
Black Escaped Aura
Upturned Dirt Pile
Grave Dirt Grub
Floating Broken Rock Fragment
Pile of Ashes
Exhumed Coffin
Desecrated Tomb
Twitching Skeleton Prop
Virus Zombie Beanbag
Something Lurking
Leftover Hydragel
Grave Robber Toolkit
Sneak Thief Reliable Satchel
Sneak Thief Pick Set
Grave Robbing Kit
Survivors Handgun with Holster
Oddly Ornate Revolver
Quadbarrel Flintlock Pistol
Sawed Off Double Barrel Shotgun
Silver Bullet Shells
Nail Bat
Nunchucks
Survivors Crowbar
Mattock
Dungarde Chain Faulds Armor
Questionable Green Ooze
Carrion Pustules
Unearthed Bones
Storyteller Skelly Doll
Sitting Skelly Doll
Bones
Overgrown Avian Bones
Stolen Rotten Leg
Stolen Rotten Arm
Stolen Pieces of Bone
Lost Man
Grave Reminder
Forgotten Brides Bone Leg
Harvested Lung Piece
Harvested Kidney
Harvested Length of Intestine
Harvested Eyeball
Harvested Heart
Harvested Brains
Harvested Chunk of Liver
Chunk of Infected Meat
Dead Person
Frail Mourning Spirit
Umibozu
Haunted Forest Spirit
Bog Creature
Bogfire Spook
This Candle Stares Back
Nearly Extinguished Candle
Gourd Witch Dripping Candles
Spilled Lampwick and Oil
Sealed Ensorcelled Tome
Grave Robbers Manual
What The Dead Said
Gravestone Tales
Dead Beats: From the Grave
Best Graves in the Underground
The Beauty of Graveyards
Ghastly Gruesome Graveyard Ghost Stories
How to Tame Spirits
Tauntingly Haunted