Bastian

GRAVESITE, GRAVE SIGHTS

A few hundred years ago, a witch living deep in the woods
foresaw that the less than accepting humans of the neighboring village
were on the move to raid her hut in the night.

Before giving them the satisfaction, however, she had since long
prepared a grave for herself in a secret spot hidden somewhere even deeper
and darker where nobody dared go.

It was beautifully set up; colorful wildflowers sprinkled all over
a meadow, which was highlighted by sunbeams breaking through the trees.
And in the center was a pit the height of a witch, waiting for her to rest
just below the ornate tombstone crafted exactly to her tastes.

She did not mind.
Her body had already grown old and insisted on aching even with the help of magic.
Something about getting the last laugh was also indescribably pleasing
making the trip even easier.

So the witch, packing her most precious belongings, laughed all the way to
her own grave hours before the villagers could surprised her and climbed in to rest
just in the way she wanted.

The one thing she had worried about was whether it would be lonely.
Good thing she prepared for that, too, by placing two creatures to guard her resting
spot for as long as the forest will stand.


Quiet and wise with an overwhelming aura, this protector of graves was
born from candles placed in memoriam. As they slowly glide between
gravestones in the night, their flames flickering, they search for trespassers
and troublemakers looking to disturb the peace.

Now and then they will stop and chat with the surrounding ghosts.
They've been noted to have a preference for those newly deceased
who haven't accepted their reality yet.

Even in the afterlife there are those who need a guiding hand.

When morning comes their candles will dim, and they make their rounds back to
their designated grave, curling up around the tombstone and mumbling about
the things they've seen throughout the night.

extra flavor:
- smiles more often than they laugh. they're not a fan of noises
even if it's their own
- are capable of hardening their wax and deciding where on the body it is placed
they can completely encase themselves if they want to
- will absorb wax from candles left on their designated grave
- if they want to, they can stand on their hind legs, stretching them to an overwhelming height