The Undertaker of Progeny

The Undertaker of Progeny

Role Description

The Undertaker is the quiet, black-veiled archivist of Progeny’s dead and departed. They are the last rite and the final witness. Where Lycans howl and clans war in neon-lit havens, the Undertaker stands motionless in the crypt-cold silence of Grave Designs Castle, tending a single, ancient ORB that functions as both mailbox and mausoleum gate.

Their solemn duties are these:

1. Keeper of the ORB A solitary iron-and-bone orb floats beside the castle’s crypt. It accepts only one form of offering: a properly filled memorial notecard. No blood tithe, no soul stake; just a name, a story, and a request.

2. Reader of Last Words When a notecard drops into the ORB’s hungry mouth, the Undertaker is summoned. They read every line in private, weighing the worth of the fallen: Sire, childe, ally, or even enemy. All are equal in the candle’s flicker.

3. Lighter of the Eternal Flame From the castle’s endless vault of candles, the Undertaker selects one (plain white for the nameless, crimson glass for the legendary). They light it with a match struck on the lid of a coffin. If an epitaph was requested and deemed fitting, the words are carved into the air above the flame itself, glowing like hot iron for as long as the grid remembers.

4. Herald of Remembrance A single, soft IM is sent back to the mourner: “The candle is lit. They are not forgotten.” Nothing more. The Undertaker does not console. They simply confirm that death, even in Second Life, has been properly noted.

5. Guardian of the Epitaph Flame Any soul may approach the burning candle. One click on the living flame, and the epitaph (if one exists) unfolds before the eyes like a scroll of smoke. Some are tender. Some are vicious. All are permanent.

They wear funeral black, pallid skin, and eyes that have seen too many names fade from the Family Tree. They do not judge who deserves memory; they only ensure that memory, once requested, is never erased. In a world of eternal rebirth, the Undertaker is the one role that treats death as if it still matters. They are grief made manifest. They are the System’s memory when all other memory fails. Light a candle. The Undertaker is already watching.