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Posted by on 2014 May 24 |

The Chill of Death

The Chill of Death

It has only been a few days, and yet the memory of the Death Spirit invasion is one that I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to shake.  I woke last night in a start, whirling about to bring my knife to bear, convinced I wasn’t alone in my bedroom.

I was.

Living on Temple Hill, outside the city walls, brings it’s own problems.  But did I honestly believe there was a Death Spirit in my bedroom?

My heart slowed to it’s normal pace, and I laid back down, attempting to catch a bit more sleep before the sun rose, and I had to be off again, in search of the next adventure.  As I closed my eyes, I heard the whisper of cloth as it grazed against the nightstand.

My knife came up again, lunging at the shape, sure it was a Death Spirit.  The knife flashed a brilliant silver, and the spirit fell to the floor.

Why were they being driven from the monastery?  And, why was one in my bedroom?

Rantjur Uzim

Ranger Rantjur Uzim, Emerald Knight, Commander, Ilithi Infantry (Retired.)