Once again, as a reminder, I do not own D&D/Wizards of the Coast/D20/or TSR
All characters are used with permission of the games DM and the players who
created them.
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The dreams came more constantly now, almost every time Felisto closed his eyes. The dreams. those dreams of endless sunsets along the golden beaches of eternity, the dreams of a life no longer filled with death. These dreams led him further south; side by side with the being that was now called the teacher. The mummy, this "teacher" showed him how to lose his mind to those dreams, to give himself wholly over to Il'Laquar and her designs. Through dreams he now saw most of his life pass by, watched as he gave both mind and soul to the intangible force that was his new god. His teacher approved.
"You have shown improvement in your studies fallen one. You have learned to give yourself to goddess of the silent dead, and now I think it is time for you to be initiated into her order. It is now time to become one of her clerics, not a mere acolyte."
The mummy now sat on a stone nearby, his voice rasping from the ages that had overcome his body. It carried a stave the length of his body, covered with the scales of a shark in order to increase the ripping power.
"I will do as you wish"
The stave suddenly came up, stopping mere inches away from Felisto's nose.
"You will do as the goddess wishes and nothing else. You have forgotten yourself for a moment, and I suggest you not do so again." The stave came down. "Now listen closely. You were once a powerful Paladin, yes? You realize by now that your god has stripped you of your powers. It is time however for that emptiness to be filled, time to know what I know. The powers of a Cleric of Il'Laquar are within your reach."
Felisto braced himself as the Mummy stood and turned his back to him. The mummy stood silently for a moment, taking in the environment around him. now or never.
The mummy turned around and gripped Felisto by the neck. Without armor or weapons he was defenseless, and the mummy's hands defied all attempts of breaking the grapple. The world became blurry as the smell of the mummies bandages set in, the smell of embalming fluid and dust mixing together, destroying Felisto's will to struggle.
Then the mummy rot set in.
Felisto's body started to dry out, losing all traces of moisture. His hair dried and became brittle, eventually falling out. His nails grew and chipped, decaying in a matter of seconds once they hit the ground.
Felisto passed out, and from in his mind, this peace was better than none.
*******
The light of Pelor shone brightly at the end of the tunnel ahead, the light of the gods seemed to welcome Felisto.
The light went out, replaced with a coldness that forced Felisto's soul to shiver in spite of no longer having a body.
A new light appeared. and the chill became worse.
The planes of existence soared beneath Felisto as his spirit was dragged towards this new light, and the chill became worse. The darker regions of the netherworlds passed by as his soul went onwards, and eventually he recognized the light, it was Hades.
Still his spirit sped along the astral planes, despite his attempts to stop, despite the sounds of screams and cries of anguish. His spirit went on. into the abyss.
The dreams came more constantly now, almost every time Felisto closed his eyes. The dreams. those dreams of endless sunsets along the golden beaches of eternity, the dreams of a life no longer filled with death. These dreams led him further south; side by side with the being that was now called the teacher. The mummy, this "teacher" showed him how to lose his mind to those dreams, to give himself wholly over to Il'Laquar and her designs. Through dreams he now saw most of his life pass by, watched as he gave both mind and soul to the intangible force that was his new god. His teacher approved.
"You have shown improvement in your studies fallen one. You have learned to give yourself to goddess of the silent dead, and now I think it is time for you to be initiated into her order. It is now time to become one of her clerics, not a mere acolyte."
The mummy now sat on a stone nearby, his voice rasping from the ages that had overcome his body. It carried a stave the length of his body, covered with the scales of a shark in order to increase the ripping power.
"I will do as you wish"
The stave suddenly came up, stopping mere inches away from Felisto's nose.
"You will do as the goddess wishes and nothing else. You have forgotten yourself for a moment, and I suggest you not do so again." The stave came down. "Now listen closely. You were once a powerful Paladin, yes? You realize by now that your god has stripped you of your powers. It is time however for that emptiness to be filled, time to know what I know. The powers of a Cleric of Il'Laquar are within your reach."
Felisto braced himself as the Mummy stood and turned his back to him. The mummy stood silently for a moment, taking in the environment around him. now or never.
The mummy turned around and gripped Felisto by the neck. Without armor or weapons he was defenseless, and the mummy's hands defied all attempts of breaking the grapple. The world became blurry as the smell of the mummies bandages set in, the smell of embalming fluid and dust mixing together, destroying Felisto's will to struggle.
Then the mummy rot set in.
Felisto's body started to dry out, losing all traces of moisture. His hair dried and became brittle, eventually falling out. His nails grew and chipped, decaying in a matter of seconds once they hit the ground.
Felisto passed out, and from in his mind, this peace was better than none.
*******
The light of Pelor shone brightly at the end of the tunnel ahead, the light of the gods seemed to welcome Felisto.
The light went out, replaced with a coldness that forced Felisto's soul to shiver in spite of no longer having a body.
A new light appeared. and the chill became worse.
The planes of existence soared beneath Felisto as his spirit was dragged towards this new light, and the chill became worse. The darker regions of the netherworlds passed by as his soul went onwards, and eventually he recognized the light, it was Hades.
Still his spirit sped along the astral planes, despite his attempts to stop, despite the sounds of screams and cries of anguish. His spirit went on. into the abyss.