This is the horror of Babicava. It was a stormy day when corpuspox was brought into the city. A tall ship sailed into the small port of Babicava as a last ditch effort to save its remaining ailing passengers. Doctors were quickly rushed to the boat to examine the passengers who behaved strangely, yet nothing as far as physical symptoms could be seen from the living. The bodies of those who had passed before were soon removed and burried outside the city gates, in accordance with local custom. Little did anyone suspect that the disease was not something that effected the dead, but was a disease for the dead. Corpuspox was only known of in legend, in tales of old, found but only in the most remote spell book of only the darkest wizards and witches. As the last coffin was covered by a fresh layer of dirt the spell was released and the disease spread like rampant among the bodies of the graveyard. Later that night the full moon rose over the graveyard like an owl in flight and a strange mist grazed the land. Softly a noise could be heard in the dead silent space, coming up at first like a whisper and then like an unearthly scream. The earth shook and the dead began to rise. Hundreds of bodies shuddered into life once more and staggered in their lifeless state, animated only by magic within, towards the city. A local police officer passing by the boneyard saw the horrible sight and quickly ran back to the town of Babicava and alerted the watchman at the city gate. "Hurry man, before we all catch this pestilence!" he screamed. "Seal these gates on the double." It was then he noticed that the guard was an illusion and that he was left to himself to save the city. The bodies were creeping towards the gates, some crawling others moving at a brisk pace. The officer tried to bring the gates to a close but to no avail. Tried as he might, he couldn't close the vast gates that would shield the residents from the rath of the dead. The dead were growing closer now, moments seemed like hours as the officer tried and tried to shut the gates. Finally overcome by fear, realizing he couldn't shut the gate and had no true weapon, he grabbed a stick he noticed laying nearby and brandished it as if it were a sword. Sparks flew as fire sprang from the stick surrounding the dead bodies. A foul wind began to blow and the dead were condemned back to their graves. It is said to this day the officer still is on his guard waiting forever more.