I’m worried for my party members but, with Vernuth and Morkan in agreement I can’t really outvote them. So for now I have to just use what I have left in terms of power to support them and keep them standing throughout this fight. Light protect us for this is going to be quite the fight ahead of us and I don’t know how we will get through it. As we enter into the room and look around, it’s exactly as the report said it was, ever detail intricately carved to tell a story. I would be fascinated if I wasn’t on guard to keep my friends safe. Taking a deep breath I look around for the supposed threat this room was to offer, it was hard with how oppressive the dungeon’s pressance has been, almost smothering everything but itself.

  I could see the other two growing more nervous by the minute and it was getting to us, I could see Morkan gripping his weapon a bit too hard, and Vernuth was thumbing something on her belt obsessively. I took a moment and realized I had been holding my breath and withdrawing ready to strike. This was not good.

  What was that so-

  Darkness.

  I was lucky to have never felt the shadows of oblivion before, but maybe the experince would have helped me here. I felt myself succumbing to confusion and panic instantly, and I couldn’t feel anything. I was a bubble of myself in the shadows, hidden away from everything. All I could think was what was happening and how I could let myself be taken out so easily, and now my friends.

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  Panic was setting in quick and I was starting to feel claustrophobic, feeling nothing and seeing nothing. Left with nothing but the royaling thoughts that death seemed to bring and the darkness could not eat through. All I know is that there was nothing I could do and I wanted to do anything and everything I could and why couldn’t I do more.

  It stayed like that for minutes which could have been longer or shorter, I don’t know. But then I felt something, and I felt so comforted by the sensation of something, anything. It was gentle, almost afraid in how it approached me, quietly it seemed to examain me and I could feel an apologetic wave rippling across it. I don’t know why but I could understand that it was the dungeon, and it was sorry for what happened. I don’t know if I should be mad or happy that something, even the dungeon that killed me, was here, maybe it would guide me to rest. I doubt I could be revived, there weren’t that many strong clerics near enough for that.

  Then I felt a tug, and suddenly things where brought into sharper and sharper forcus around me. I could see stone, and that gave way to walls, and that gave way to the ground and sky. I was seeing through my own eyes, as my friends brought my body out of the dungeon. I could see the anger on their faces, ready to wreck bloody vengeance, it felt nice. That feeling burst through my heart like a fresh beat, and I reflexively tried to reach a hand up to my chest. The dungeon felt further away but there was a joyous feeling in the last seconds I had before I inhaled sharp and deep, and coughed violently on Morkan’s shoulder. The other stopped dead and looked at me as I slowly brought my eyes into focus with them.

  I…..

  I lived?