Eternal
Realizing the immediate danger you’re in, you waste no time in running down the steps of the pyramid. The ghostly forms begin to mock you.
“Why do you fear death mortal? Did you not ssssummon it here?” one of the ghosts says nearly causing you to lose your footing on the steps when it suddenly floats in front of you.
You blast the ghost with a magic bolt and then proceed to do the same thing to others that fly near you. Several of them dissipate instantly.
“Undead bastards! You won’t….AGH!” you start to say when all of a sudden you begin to feel very weak. It’s not just you either; it’s your Eternals too. The feeling is similar to the draining effect by undead creatures or the negative zones of Mortos. You might not be aging, but you definitely don’t feel well, in fact you feel like you’re going to die and given how close to death you’ve been on several occasions, you’re very familiar with what that feels like. In fact, you’re reminded of the time when Cyrus nearly killed you. Feels like that.
And unfortunately due to this sudden weakness you do lose your footing on the pyramid steps, as do a couple of your Eternals. You end up tumbling down the rest of the steps smacking your head against the hard stone several times. By the time you hit the bottom you have most certainly broken your neck. You aren’t dead, but you’re definitely not in a good position.
Having little option you attempt to mend your broken neck through healing magic. It’s requiring all your focus which is already weak due to the negative energy in the area. The spell is working, but it’s going much slower than normal.
In the meantime more spirits and the like pour out of the black void above the pyramid and the pile of bodies that were one dead have now begun to shuffle around their original area to the other side where you are currently at. Your Eternals that didn’t manage to kill themselves falling down the pyramid try to slow down the horde, but ultimately they fall before the sheer numbers and the unnatural magic affecting them.
Soon it is only you who are left and your broken neck still isn’t quite mended, you only manage to sit up just in time for the newly risen bodies of your sacrificial victims to eat you alive.
“Why do you fear death mortal? Did you not ssssummon it here?” one of the ghosts says nearly causing you to lose your footing on the steps when it suddenly floats in front of you.
You blast the ghost with a magic bolt and then proceed to do the same thing to others that fly near you. Several of them dissipate instantly.
“Undead bastards! You won’t….AGH!” you start to say when all of a sudden you begin to feel very weak. It’s not just you either; it’s your Eternals too. The feeling is similar to the draining effect by undead creatures or the negative zones of Mortos. You might not be aging, but you definitely don’t feel well, in fact you feel like you’re going to die and given how close to death you’ve been on several occasions, you’re very familiar with what that feels like. In fact, you’re reminded of the time when Cyrus nearly killed you. Feels like that.
And unfortunately due to this sudden weakness you do lose your footing on the pyramid steps, as do a couple of your Eternals. You end up tumbling down the rest of the steps smacking your head against the hard stone several times. By the time you hit the bottom you have most certainly broken your neck. You aren’t dead, but you’re definitely not in a good position.
Having little option you attempt to mend your broken neck through healing magic. It’s requiring all your focus which is already weak due to the negative energy in the area. The spell is working, but it’s going much slower than normal.
In the meantime more spirits and the like pour out of the black void above the pyramid and the pile of bodies that were one dead have now begun to shuffle around their original area to the other side where you are currently at. Your Eternals that didn’t manage to kill themselves falling down the pyramid try to slow down the horde, but ultimately they fall before the sheer numbers and the unnatural magic affecting them.
Soon it is only you who are left and your broken neck still isn’t quite mended, you only manage to sit up just in time for the newly risen bodies of your sacrificial victims to eat you alive.
