Eternal
The longer you stay here, the more likely all of you are going to get possessed. This entire land is cursed and you need to get out of here. You and the rest of your unprocessed troops begin to back off while still keeping an eye on the new wendigos. Their preoccupation with fresh bodies is limited however and they soon begin to turn towards you.
They howl that dreadful noise again and begin to transform. It is at this point some of your men run as fast as then can, others begin to hold their heads telling a voice to shut up.
“Bane of Rask, join us or die here today!” you hear the voice hiss.
Several wendigos run after the men who fled, while the others stay to attack you. For whatever reason, they’re not fighting with as much reckless abandon anymore, it’s almost as if they’ve absorbed the fighting skills of your soldiers. Despite this, you manage to pull out a victory, but you’re exhausted and wounded. You see some of your other men already beginning to transform having been possessed by the wendigos and you spare no time in killing them before they can transform as well.
“Your skills for killing are misused, if you just embraced the primal instinct, you would be able to use your skills to the fullest extent and without the shackles of any higher authority.”
“SHUT UP!” you shout.
Between the constant assaults to your mind and your wounds, you struggle to make your way out of wendigo territory. It doesn’t help that you’re also still being periodically attacked by the wendigos that presumably finished off the rest of your men who ran away.
You run your sword through the face of a wendigo and ignore his claws ripping through your own armor and your flesh. You’re tired, but a rage is growing within you due to these constant assaults. You grab the already mortally wounded wendigo and as hard as you can you summon all your strength to break its neck. It falls to the snow in a heavy heap and you do as well.
“Do it…nobody is around…feed to sustain your strength…” you hear.
You sink your teeth into the body of the wendigo and begin to feed…or rather the carcass of its former host as the wendigo itself has left its body and managed to weave itself into your mind. Your barrier against it finally shattered, your mind is truly not your own anymore. While you are “alive” you are merely a puppet now.
You spend the remainder of your days seeking out fresh flesh, until ultimately your mind is completely absorbed and under control of the wendigo.
They howl that dreadful noise again and begin to transform. It is at this point some of your men run as fast as then can, others begin to hold their heads telling a voice to shut up.
“Bane of Rask, join us or die here today!” you hear the voice hiss.
Several wendigos run after the men who fled, while the others stay to attack you. For whatever reason, they’re not fighting with as much reckless abandon anymore, it’s almost as if they’ve absorbed the fighting skills of your soldiers. Despite this, you manage to pull out a victory, but you’re exhausted and wounded. You see some of your other men already beginning to transform having been possessed by the wendigos and you spare no time in killing them before they can transform as well.
“Your skills for killing are misused, if you just embraced the primal instinct, you would be able to use your skills to the fullest extent and without the shackles of any higher authority.”
“SHUT UP!” you shout.
Between the constant assaults to your mind and your wounds, you struggle to make your way out of wendigo territory. It doesn’t help that you’re also still being periodically attacked by the wendigos that presumably finished off the rest of your men who ran away.
You run your sword through the face of a wendigo and ignore his claws ripping through your own armor and your flesh. You’re tired, but a rage is growing within you due to these constant assaults. You grab the already mortally wounded wendigo and as hard as you can you summon all your strength to break its neck. It falls to the snow in a heavy heap and you do as well.
“Do it…nobody is around…feed to sustain your strength…” you hear.
You sink your teeth into the body of the wendigo and begin to feed…or rather the carcass of its former host as the wendigo itself has left its body and managed to weave itself into your mind. Your barrier against it finally shattered, your mind is truly not your own anymore. While you are “alive” you are merely a puppet now.
You spend the remainder of your days seeking out fresh flesh, until ultimately your mind is completely absorbed and under control of the wendigo.
