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Scraping a living off the misfortune of its unsuspecting victims, the <race> graverobber spends its life delving into long forgotten tombs and crypts to plunder the untold wealth of treasure lurking within the shadows. Faded black rags covered in countless layers of dirt and grime outline the <race> graverobber's lanky build, sweeping wildly around its stooped frame with every restrained movement. Emotionless eyes gaze outward from the sallow features of its face, partially hidden behind some dark cloth drawn tightly over its mouth and nose. Wrapped in frayed layers of black cloth, long spidery fingers bear wide curling scars that cover its ghostly white flesh, similar in pallor to that of a sun bleached corpse. Its long greasy mane of black hair has been pulled into a frayed ponytail at the back of its head, the tangle of lice-ridden locks resting easily upon its narrow shoulder.
The full name of the graverobbers is <Adjective> <Race> graverobber.
The adjective can be elderly, emaciated, filthy, foul, frail, gaunt, lame, muddled, musty, shifty, squalid or youthful. The race can be any of the playable races.
(E.G. an emaciated Olvi graverobber)
Has a special 'steal stuff off the ground' ability:
The <race> graverobber gingerly snatches a <item> from the ground with a maniacal glint in its eyes and quickly stows it in its <adjective> backpack!
Has a combination of following backpacks, weapons and armor. When looted, everything they're wearing is dumped into the room (intentionally).
Armor skills don't budge off 0 at 109
Weapons still train slowly at 121
Stealth doesn't budge at 133
A muddled Dwarf graverobber grimaces while shaking its head and mutters, "I hate the living!"
An emaciated S'Kra Mur graverobber gleefully says, "Once I plucked the coin purse from an unfortunate Trader who happened to find himself in a losing battle with a rabid peccary. Hopefully there was something left of his corpse when that foaming pig was finished with him."
A musty Olvi graverobber chuckles softly and says, "Once I robbed the tomb of this recently deceased fat baron, but by the time I opened the sarcophagus, I found that he had decayed into this rancid pool of ooze. I had to dig around in the pool of liquefied fat up to my shoulders, but just one of his rings managed to keep me in rum and cigars for a year!"
A muddled Rakash graverobber softly mutters, "I once managed to wrestle a massive red diamond from the grasp of this rich widow who was just recently buried, but when I pulled it from her hands she awoke as zombie, as if she was just sleeping! I barely made it out of her tomb alive, but I was well rewarded for my trouble!"