Broneslav dropped quickly through the trapdoor and found himself in a small empty room with stone walls and floor. There were no exits, so Broneslav immediately began to search. Soon he found a secret door that opened into a larger room beyond. This new room had clearly been inhabited and was as its owner had last left it. But it was dusty too, and looked like the owner had not returned in some time. A white hooded cloak lay cast over a wooden chair. A bed, a wooden chest and a table completed the ensemble. On the table was a wooden carving of two intertwined snakes.
It was a bit weird that the secret door would open into someone's bedroom. Broneslav could not fathom why this might be unless those in the pyramid above were denied entry to this section, or were only permitted entry by the gatekeeper in this room. He decided he could go round in circles trying to work out all the possible options and that the best approach would be just to accept that this was the way and continue his explorations.
Broneslav opened the chest. It contained clothes for a slighter man than he was. The cloak on the chair looked good though. That was the advantage of cloaks; one size pretty much fits all. Picking it up, he staggered as a psychic force hit him.
Demetrius struggled to regain his balance. This body was taller than his own and more muscled. It would do nicely. Darius would now get his just deserts. Wrapping his cloak around him, he walked back and forth across the room, testing the fit of the new body and lamenting its lack of infravision. The sword it carried was an unfamiliar weapon too. Ah, but here was a mace. Now that would do very nicely. Shrugging off the body's heavy pack and dropping the extra weapons he felt he would not need, Demetrius checked himself and his equipment over. Yes, this would do and he had a spell to deal with the lack of infravision. He placed the shield on the ground and began to chant a call to Usamigaras. A moment later, the shield glowed with Continual Light. Demetrius picked it up and strode with purpose towards the door.
Oh dear. That was unfortunate. Broneslav failed a saving throw and has now been possessed by the spirit of a Cynidicean cleric intent on revenge.
Being possessed was something that was a twist I did not see at all! Oh dear indeed.
ReplyDeleteWell, you know, sometimes it's just time for a change! Honestly, though, it was not a hard saving throw, but Broneslav still managed to fail it. Such is life, I guess. :)
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