With grim, final resolve you gather the mental strength to slay yourself and as a tear drops from your
eye, you end your time on this mortal coil by stopping your heart in an instant.
You have been slain by misadventure.
All your golden sovereigns fall from your lifeless hands.
(03:07:08:220) [0h, 78m, 79% ] (ex)
(ataxia): System has been paused.
(03:07:08:440) [0h, 78m, 79% ] (ex)
(ataxia): System has been paused.
(03:07:08:687) [0h, 78m, 79% ] (ex)
Poised at the very peak of the firmament, the fiery sun casts its radiant gaze across the land.
(03:07:13:706) [0h, 78m, 79% ] (ex)
You are dead, perhaps you should "Embrace Death".
(03:07:14:886) [0h, 78m, 79% ] (ex)
Gripped by the cold embrace of death, you succumb to the darkness...

(03:07:18:378) [0h, 78m, 79% ] (ex)
A strange sensation lifts you from your crumpled form, forcing you from the shattered shell into a body
not your own.
(03:07:18:624) [0h, 78m, 79% ] (ex)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(03:07:22:767) [0h, 75m, 79% ] (ex)
Funereal blackness writhes about you before the fog lifts and vision dawns, the meek figure of a servant
knelt before your princely form, a bowl of gleaming gold held aloft in silent proffer. Hands that are not
your hands dismiss with an imperious air the bowl of cleansing water and the pristine towels beside.
(03:07:28:512) [0h, 75m, 79% ] (ex)
Hands that are not your hands press apart the great doors of the feasting chamber. Eyes that are not your
eyes behold the celebratory mass of food and drink before you.
(03:07:38:517) [0h, 75m, 79% ] (ex)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(03:07:42:501) [0h, 73m, 79% ] (ex)
In a seat that is not your seat, at the head of a table not your table you indulge in gluttony on an
Estachian scale: ox and boar, fish and fowl each washed down with rich mead and fine wine. Grease slicks
your fingertips and juices drip from your cuffs and chin.
(03:07:48:512) [0h, 73m, 79% ] (ex)
You sit back in the chair that is not your chair. You are replete.
(03:07:58:516) [0h, 73m, 79% ] (ex)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(03:08:02:638) [0h, 70m, 79% ] (ex)
The veil of fate curtains your view and parts again to reveal arms that are not your arms wound about the
shoulders of fellows you have never known. Raucous singing in a voice not your own joins the chorus of
the jubilant throng as a night you have not seen draws late.
(03:08:08:515) [0h, 70m, 79% ] (ex)
Eyes that are not your eyes gaze upon a graven sarcophagus, the lid of the mighty casket ajar. Once more
the body you inhabit moves of its own volition, climbing into the decorous tomb.
(03:08:18:571) [0h, 70m, 79% ] (ex)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(03:08:22:504) [0h, 68m, 79% ] (ex)
Speech in a tongue you have neither heard nor spoken escapes your borrowed lips, an air of resignation
descending in palpable waves about the surrounds.
(03:08:28:554) [0h, 68m, 79% ] (ex)
Grinding stone precedes the closing of the sarcophagus, the lasting image of a muscled yet resigned human
seared into the eyes that are not yours.
(03:08:38:559) [0h, 68m, 79% ] (ex)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(03:08:42:895) [0h, 65m, 79% ] (ex)
The bone and willow blade is light in their hands, a meagre glimmer in the senseless dark of internment
as they draw it across their throat - the throat which is both yours and not yours.
(03:08:48:552) [0h, 65m, 79% ] (ex)
Your offering fills the air with its sanguine scent as the thread of life is severed. This is the End.
(03:08:58:557) [0h, 65m, 79% ] (ex)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(03:09:02:668) [0h, 63m, 79% ] (ex)
"I will claim you when it is time. Your ego and hubris will not circumvent My judgement." The cold words
from an unfeeling Host upon a dark throne echo about a monochrome hall, and all is chill beyond anything
experienced in life.
(03:09:08:555) [0h, 63m, 79% ] (ex)
Life fills your borrowed body as death's arbiter enacts His judgement. Yet as the heart that is not your
heart beats, blood sprays from the still-cut throat and air fails to reach lungs.
(03:09:18:552) [0h, 63m, 79% ] (ex)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(03:09:22:993) [0h, 60m, 79% ] (ex)
Gurgled screams that are not your own fade as the tomb's darkness lightens once again to grey.
(03:09:28:559) [0h, 60m, 79% ] (ex)
"This is not your end." The cold words from an unfeeling Host upon a dark throne echo about a monochrome
hall.
(03:09:38:549) [0h, 60m, 79% ] (ex)
Your mana drains away as you concentrate on maintaining a link with the living.
(03:09:42:731) [0h, 58m, 79% ] (ex)
The comforting blackness of a sarcophagus entirely your own greets you once more and you reach forth to
push the lid aside.
(03:09:48:586) [5720h, 100m, 79% ] (ex)