**Found it funny, sort of.

*** One
A wraith yells 'Help! Zyzyl is attacking the guild!'
[ 6 Arial Thi] Zyzyl the Beggar

The Entryway to a Black House 
 
[Exits: south west]

 The corpse of Zyzyl is here, unnaturally pale and gaunt.
A watchman searches the streets for crime.
(Translucent) (Ghostly) An insubstantial wraith bars passage into the crypt.


You sprinkle a circle of pure sea salt around the corpse.


You force the corpse into a position of supplication.
Kneeling before the body you place your open palm before its mouth.


You whisper 'Li comando parlare dalla tomba...'
You whisper 'parlare a coloro che avete lasciato...'
You whisper 'Heed my call!'


The corpse of Zyzyl stirs.  With a blood-chilling groan it opens its mouth to speak.
With a growl, the corpse of Zyzyl utters 'Lament my fate!'
The corpse of Zyzyl utters 'Protect my belongings, and bury my body!'
With a rattling gasp, the corpse of Zyzyl falls silent.

*** Two

You point to Young Jim and say 'Die'.
Your word of power vaporizes Young Jim's mind and he dies instantly!
You receive 0 experience points.
Young Jim spills his guts all over the floor.

You sprinkle a circle of pure sea salt around the corpse.

You force the corpse into a position of supplication.
Kneeling before the body you place your open palm before its mouth.

You whisper 'Li comando parlare dalla tomba...'
You whisper 'parlare a coloro che avete lasciato...'
You whisper 'Heed my call!'

The corpse of Young Jim stirs.  With a blood-chilling groan it opens its mouth to speak.
Somewhere between life and death, the corpse of Young Jim screams in horror!
The corpse begins to thrash about in a frenzy, clawing at itself!
Lurching with a sudden convulsion, the corpse goes taut.
With a rattling gasp, the corpse of Young Jim falls silent.

***Three

Armory 
 
[Exits: north up]
     The corpse of Schameron is lying here.
     (Glowing) A brass lantern with a hood to keep the wind out lies here.
The armorer is here pounding a dent out of a breast plate.
A ghoul has arrived.
A flesh golem has arrived.

You sprinkle a circle of pure sea salt around the corpse.

You force the corpse into a position of supplication.
Kneeling before the body you place your open palm before its mouth.

You whisper 'Li comando parlare dalla tomba...'
You whisper 'parlare a coloro che avete lasciato...'
You whisper 'Heed my call!'

The corpse of Schameron stirs.  With a blood-chilling groan it opens its mouth to speak.
The corpse of Schameron utters 'Help me... I beg of you...!'
The corpse of Schameron utters 'Bury my body... pray for me in my torment...'
The corpse begins moaning and gnashing its teeth in despair.
With a rattling gasp, the corpse of Schameron falls silent.