Cartonia

You come back to the circle of the Wooken rolling and roaring in laughter. You don’t waist a moment leaping to attack with your claws but one raises a yellow stone staff and large vermin the size of medium sized dogs erupt from the ground around you. They have large front teeth and claws. You try to scratch at them with your own claws but they overwhelm you in a tide of bites and scratches.

You hear a tone and an announcement while your body goes slack in death.

“You have died too many times close together. Your exp has dropped bellow critical levels, next time try to build up a little exp between deaths to prevent loss of your character, alright?”