2 - Specter

She moved through the graveyard, like she did every night. Silently, softly, swiftly. Nobody dared approach the haunted place, for fear of her. Yet, she didn't know why she was bound to the world. By all accounts, she should have moved on. Gone to the Fugue to be judged by Kelemvor and petition the gods to join them in the afterlife. Instead, she was stuck. She didn't even know why she had died. She remembered being young, but that was it.

She floated from gravestone to gravestone, trying to remember anything. She'd done this as long as she could remember, so presumably since she had died and become a ghost. Like always, nothing. Had she been murdered, her soul staying behind to take vengeance? Maybe. She didn't know. All she could hope for was that someone would eventually muster the courage to speak with her and help her.