Awakenings

Asterius stirred, the vision of the fading dream still shockingly real in his head... seeing through his own eyes... unable to control his actions as he slowly crushed the paladin's windpipe with his valorite guantlet. The smell of his adrenaline as he tried to fight back against the otherworldly strength, the sound of his final breath, the warmth of the blood as his heart was torn from his cooling body... all this had seemed too real.

Then reality came rushing in.

As the grogginess of slumber wore off, he realized that he was not in his room at the Inn of Umbra, where he had lain down to sleep. He was in one of the rooms of the Yew Crypt, one he recognized from his many explorations of the haunted mausoleum. Around him was a circle of power, drawn in what was sure to be blood, and a still smoking brazier stood before, with scents of spice and charred meat coming from within.

He reached forward to examine the remnants of whatever had been burned in the urn, and then came the most shocking revelation; his hand was covered in a valorite guantlet, part of the armor he was now wearing, armor he did not recognize. And staining the guantlet was a brownish-red coat of drying blood, making the glove appear to be rusting.

Asterius, now very much awake, looked forward into the brazier, knowing full well that it would contain the burnt remnant of a human heart... the heart of a paladin.

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> Asterius stirred, the vision of the fading dream still shockingly real in his head... seeing through his own eyes... unable to control his actions as he slowly crushed the paladin's windpipe with his valorite guantlet. The smell of his adrenaline as he tried to fight back against the otherworldly strength, the sound of his final breath, the warmth of the blood as his heart was torn from his cooling body... all this had seemed too real. > Then reality came rushing in. > As the grogginess of slumber wore off, he realized that he was not in his room at the Inn of Umbra, where he had lain down to sleep. He was in one of the rooms of the Yew Crypt, one he recognized from his many explorations of the haunted mausoleum. Around him was a circle of power, drawn in what was sure to be blood, and a still smoking brazier stood before, with scents of spice and charred meat coming from within. > He reached forward to examine the remnants of whatever had been burned in the urn, and then came the most shocking revelation; his hand was covered in a valorite guantlet, part of the armor he was now wearing, armor he did not recognize. And staining the guantlet was a brownish-red coat of drying blood, making the glove appear to be rusting. > Asterius, now very much awake, looked forward into the brazier, knowing full well that it would contain the burnt remnant of a human heart... the heart of a paladin.
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