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If he had been able to squint he would have, and he steadied against the oppressive glow of Gil's holy armaments. He drew his own sword which appeared heavy and mundane by comparison, but its weight gave him a comfort as he crouched down and followed the paladin. The tunnels were cramped and...

Sir watched with trademark silence as Torie coerced the vines to move aside. Had he possessed eyes they would have been wide with wonder. He enjoyed living things, likely from some sense of nostalgia or loss, and to be able to speak to them as the druid did must have been wonderful. Someone...

Finally he stopped pulling, taking a few heavy steps back from the tangled, thick roots. "They are very strong," he said with a hint of... was it annoyance he felt? Something warm and prickly that had come through the keyhole to his memories. "Could you burn them?" he asked, turning his body...

Gil's eyes bore through him, and he felt naked before the paladin. The light he wielded had been malevolent towards the undead knight, it carried a judgement within it that lapped at his very essence. Did he know? Perhaps "Sir," as he was known to them, ought to have feigned injury from the...

Sir started with a loud, pained groan. He had felt the pain of his death so vividly, as if it had just happened. But he was on his back, and it was dark. That wasn't how he'd woken up after... after what? The memory fell away as they had fallen into wherever this was. Deeper and deeper, and the...

His sword rattled and shook, and it took all of his strength to keep grip of it. The vibrations traveled down his arms and rattled his bones, until the shaking broke the very ground he stood on and he fell, backwards, into darkness unlike any other. He thought he heard his companions' screams as...

The skeleton within did not know how or why Gil proposed to help the creatures, but he did not linger on it. Perhaps Gil knew something he didn't, or had higher purpose. All he knew was what he felt against his bones, the leeching, horrible darkness that pried and pulled and searched for life...

The voices of the fallen gods tore at his mind. It was painful, more painful than the sucking, strangling shadows. He plodded on against the current of darkness. One foot. Then the other. Heavy steps as he peered out through his visor at the beasts. They were night given form, and their...

Whisked to his feet, the nameless skeleton drew his sword. It was a simple thing, like his armor, but equally fine in its craftsmanship. It shimmered with the fire’s reflection, and he lowered it in both gauntleted hands before him. The monster, beast, spirit, or whatever it was was hideous. A...

The metal helmet turned to the elf as soon as he made contact, and the knight did his best to not appear surprised. Though it was shielded by layers of metal the touch stirred something in him, and he remembered something of comradery. He felt a small warmth that was not from the fires around...

He turned towards the last place he had noted their follower. His vision was not overly affected by the darkness, but neither was it as crisp as it was in life. A dark shape, muddied and frayed in silhouette, was all he could make out. He did not need memories to know that an animal with a dark...

“This flower…” he said softly. “I killed it,” the shame in his voice shuddered through the metal helmet, and it was perhaps the most emotion he had showed yet on their journey. Caliane’s hand was met with a gentle creaking as he looked at her, and though he was apprehensive, he watched her...

The darkness gave little change to his perception of the forest. Colors were dimmed by his empty sockets, lacking the vibrancy they'd held during life, and the fading glow of the daytime sun only served to reduce them further. Yet he could hear changes. As the sun made its way towards the...

“I have seen no gods that walk the ground.” He almost surprised himself with the conviction in his own voice, but he was certain, certain, that it was true, in this life or the last. His armor bore no sigils, no holy symbols or inscriptions, so he had not been a paladin or holy warrior. He did...

Torie's answer both made perfect sense and confused him even more, but he accepted that he could not understand all things. He was the last one to be asking questions, as the manner of his own speech was entirely beyond his comprehension. It *felt* normal enough to him, but even he could feel...