Blood mixes with the salt and pepper powder and you hack them out in thick gobbets. You remove your helm and cough out the ashes in your lungs and throat.
The air is dead and stale and still, and the dust devils die down in moments with the dark energy about your arm. Particulates are thrown up by your emergence, but only for a moment. Your feet kick up as the ground is disturbed and you explode out of your grave in a flurry of flailing limbs and hissing unlight. Eldritch energy devours ash and dust as it thrusts up, breaking through layers of compacted dust and detritus and emerges into empty air. Something isn't quite yours like a seeing eye dog, except a monstrous, merciless hound fits more to the beast that you hold within you.Ībyssal force roars soundlessly from your damned arm. Your fists clench even as you feel your lungs burn from the lack of air, and a final eye awakens, the last sense of them all. You are Oscar of Astora, and it is not your fate to die smothered in the earth. And with that acknowledgement comes knowledge. You hear it speak, and its words are the wheezing death rattles of the mortally wounded and the reaper-touched ancients and the sickened unfortunates.Īh. There is naught but darkness in its eyes, but somehow there is thought and the light of intelligence and wisdom in its empty sockets. A blade of marrow, a cloak of rot and ruin. The words bring to mind the image of a titan of skeletons, bones of dozens picked clean and formed together.
Movement returns in twitches and starts, your body shuddering against the confines of your grave, of the ashes you are buried in.īuried. You see nothing but darkness clawing at your vision. Your eyes are open and they hurt from the ashes scraping them raw. Taste and smell come next, and what you thought was dust reveals itself to be ashes, stinking of stale brimstone and tasting of bitter blood. The first thing you feel is the sensation of being buried, of a weight pressing down from above keeping you immobile, of dust clogging your throat and nose and scratching at your eyes.
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