|Gravedigger's Shovel||400||300||475||250||Can You Dig It?: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage per piece of Gravedigger's set worn; Set 8: Extra damage against Undead raids||Shadow (Raid)|
|Gravedigger's Stake||400||300||475||250||Can You Dig It?: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage per piece of Gravedigger's set worn; Set 8: Extra damage against Undead raids||Shadow (Raid)|
|Gravedigger's Hat||400||300||475||250||Can You Dig It?: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage per piece of Gravedigger's set worn; Set 8: Extra damage against Undead raids||Shadow (Raid)|
|Gravedigger's Jerkin||400||300||475||250||Shadow (Raid)|
|Gravedigger's Gloves||400||300||475||250||Shadow (Raid)|
|Gravedigger's Pants||400||300||475||250||Shadow (Raid)|
|Gravedigger's Boots||400||300||475||250||Shadow (Raid)|
|Gravedigger's Ring||400||300||475||250||Shadow (Raid)|
|Gravedigger's Horse||425||400||525||250||Can You Dig It?: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage per piece of Gravedigger's set worn; Extra damage against Undead raids||Shadow (Raid)|
|Gravediggers|| 10 Generals: 5 Melee, 5 Agility|
40 Troops: 20 Melee, 20 Agility
Power Bonus: 250%, +250% vs Undead
Sharpened Shovels: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Undead raids
|Lia the Gravedigger||450||400||550||Graveyard Girl: Chance for bonus damage against Undead raids; Extra damage for each unique piece of Gravedigger's set owned; Lia gains 100 Attack and Defense while in the Gravediggers legion||Shadow (Raid)|
|Gravedigger||130||150||168||Increases Player's Attack and Defense against Undead raids by 10||Shadow (Raid)|
Full Set Bonus
|Raid Attack Value: 4325|
|Duel Power: 2800|
|1. Gern looked the girl up and down, grunted, scratched the grey stubble on his chin, and shook his head.
"What did I tell you?" he said.
"To bring you a bottle of grog," Lia said.
She handed it over. The old man grunted again, opened it, and took a long swig. He sighed into the night sky and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
|2. "Aye. You got that part right, I'll give you that. But what else did I say?"
"That you'd rather shag a sheep than teach a girl how to dig graves. But that was before I said my dad owned a pub."
"That women are only good for-"
Gern sighed. Sometimes he said entirely too much after a few drinks.
|3. "I told you to meet me here at the gates..."
He jabbed the bottle towards the rusty iron railings. Then he cast a suspicious glance in the same direction, peering between the bars at the sprawling tombstones beyond. Because the moment you turned your back, that was when...
"And to dress for the graveyard," Lia said.
"Yeah..." He scowled. Had he seen...? But maybe it was just the moonlight and shadows playing tricks. He looked back at the girl. "Exactly! For the graveyard! And what do you call that?"
|4. "A dress?" Lia said. "My mam said you should show respect at a funeral, and dress up nice. And if you're working in a graveyard, every day's a funeral, isn't it?"
"Wear leather," he said. "Or mail if your folks can afford it."
The old man's head snapped round. There! A noise! His eyes narrowed.
"Come with me," he said. The gravedigger set his bottle down. "I'll show you."
|5. He eased the gate open. Oiled hinges moved with just the softest of creaks, and a low shudder of old iron.
Gern put his finger to his lips and picked up his shovel. Moonlight glinted on its edge.
"You sharpen your-"
He stepped into the cemetery, gesturing for his new apprentice to follow.
|6. The two of them crept among the twisting paths, and Gern allowed himself a cold smile at the girl's bewilderment. Kids these days... All dreaming of being warriors or adventurers. What did they know about honest work like digging graves? And a dress of all things! A dress! Gods, what a-
A man's voice rustled through the cold air, halting him in his tracks.
"Get out of the way then," a woman's voice said, "so I can pick the lock. And you'd better be right about those gems!"
"I am! I heard it from that bloke in the pub with the funny eye! He said she got buried with all her jewels!"
|7. "What're they-" Lia whispered.
Gern waved her into silence. He grasped his shovel with both hands, took a deep breath, and tiptoed down the narrow, overgrown path. Ahead was a small space encircled by trees. A man and woman in dark leather garb stood there, hunched over at the door of an old granite crypt.
"Damn!" the woman said. Her back was to the gravedigger, concealing her hands. But the clicking of her tools told of frantic, fumbling movement. "Gnomish lock! These are tricky..."
"Make it quick!" the man said. He peered over her shoulder. "I hate these places!"
"Then stick to robbing houses," Gern said, "instead of the grave!"
|8. They whirled round. The man gasped. Lockpicks fell from the woman's hands.
And Gern swung his bladed shovel.
It was a good swing, with all of his beef behind it. Two heads flew from blood-spurting stumps. Lia screamed. The gravedigger grunted, and turned to chide her for her softness -- till he saw her beaming face and understood that it was a squeal of delight.
Lia clapped her hands.
"That was amazing!" she said.
"Magic blade." He tapped his finger against the bloody steel. "Cost a pretty penny, but worth it."
|9. "Sometimes it's the likes of them..." Gern said.
He leaned his shovel against a gravestone and pulled himself up onto its neighbor. His buttocks sank within a groove worn into the broad marble block by generations of gravediggers before him. Lia gazed at him through gleaming eyes.
"...sometimes it's zombies. That's why you need leather or mail. Something that'll keep their filthy teeth off your-"
A cackle split the night.
"Blah! I have risen! Now the world will tremble before the might of the nosferatu! Mwahahahaha!"
10. Gern reached for his shovel. But Lia was faster. The girl grabbed it, spun around, and cleaved.
The vampire's head rolled in one direction. His body fell in the other. Both crumbled to ash.
"Course, sometimes it's vampires," Gern said. "You're a fast one. Good swing too. We'll make a gravedigger of you yet!"