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People said he was lucky, 'The Lucky Halfling' they called him. Ainar disagreed, he considered himself the unluckiest halfling alive. Or undead for that matter.
Ainar had been walking his rounds when the news came, they were sealing the gates. The dead were rising. Feeling panic rising up to his throat he rushed to the gates but he was too late, they were sealed and Enya was outside with Caroll! Plead as he might the order was clear; No one was coming in or going out, the dead were walking and the gates were sealed.
Crushed by the loss of his wife and daughter Ainar moped about the gates for days, harassing the guards to let him out and plaguing those who passed about news of his family. Rebuked by everyone he fell into a deep melancholy, taking to drink he wandered the streets of Alcenstar city from gate to gate, always looking for answers.
What had he done to deserve this? He thought. He paid his taxes, did his job and had always had a kind heart. How could the gods be so cruel? he pondered in his melancholy. Hadn't he been a good little halfling?
One night, wandering the streets in drunken stupor, he passed out in an alley. Woken up by rustling and groaning, sounds much to soft to have been able to wake him normally, he opened his eyes to see zombies shuffling down the alley he was sleeping in. The dead were in the city!
Frozen in terror at the sight Ainar found a weight in his hand, looking down he found a gold inlaid gun in his hands. Staring down at it in amazement he head a voice resounding in his head. "We are watching over you now as we have ever done." it said in a voice both feminine and masculine, dispelling Ainar's fears.
Filled with a fervor he didn't know he possessed, like he was being possessed, he griped the gun and started shooting. From that night he hasn't stopped shooting.