It begins
Oh, and Mischief isn’t dead, only shape shifting into a key. She can change back whenever she pleases.
The room was dark and majestic. It was reminiscent of an evil… cathedral, almost.
Along the length of the carpet leading to the throne lay the strewn remains of long dead warriors, reduced to mere skeletons now. Three thrones sat at the end of the chamber. A skeleton occupied each one. In the largest, golden throne, a skeleton clad in armor of the same material sat, regally watching over the hall. His right hand held a battle axe while the other held a scroll. In the two silver thrones, two other skeletons watched. The first had a black cloak covering leather armor. Both were shredded to pieces along the right side, with the sleeve and arm up to the shoulder missing. It held a curved, double-bladed dagger (@Ancient Elantrian). The other seemed… off. Like it shouldn’t belong (@KaladinsSenseOfHumorSpren never described it cuz I forgot to ask).
There was just something Rebus couldn’t place about it.
And then in synch, all the eyes glowed a blazing red and the skeletons clattered to like. Axzi spoke.
They are the Fallen Heroes. They tried to do what you are doing now. You could merely kill them all, or you could do one better. If exposed to the Bane of the Horror that killed them they will return to their previous states. This could be an opportunity to gain a legion of new allies.
The sprite vibrated in Rebus’ hand.
Ok guys, the plan is go. Attack. Use all your abilities. Don’t go down without a fight.