Unbalanced
Fighting to keep your eyes as still as possible out of some notion of secrecy, you see two heavy-booted figures approach. Their strange verdant green robes drag the ground around clean metal boots. Though their faces are angled away too sharply to be seen, you recognize the arrangement of blades at their belts as some sort of primitive healing kit.
One of the figures approaches your body, and after a few moments of pressing against it with a stick, kicks your removed ribs.
"I guess this was one of those Evercursed, right? The immortals? You think it's still in here?"
"I guess so. If you cant find an intact skull then take the body to the Cryseer and hope."
"You say that like I want another corpservant. The two I have are practically useless anyway."
"Oh, here's the skull. Looks intact! Clean it and let's at least get some food for it."
Its at this point that you realize you simply cannot open your eyes. Your hearing dies moments afterwards, and you are left only with the vague sensation of being carried.
DEATH 003 -
One of the figures approaches your body, and after a few moments of pressing against it with a stick, kicks your removed ribs.
"I guess this was one of those Evercursed, right? The immortals? You think it's still in here?"
"I guess so. If you cant find an intact skull then take the body to the Cryseer and hope."
"You say that like I want another corpservant. The two I have are practically useless anyway."
"Oh, here's the skull. Looks intact! Clean it and let's at least get some food for it."
Its at this point that you realize you simply cannot open your eyes. Your hearing dies moments afterwards, and you are left only with the vague sensation of being carried.
DEATH 003 -