For braving the perilous guard of the Proving Grounds, the Powers have granted thee a Mark.
You have been granted the Mark of Bravery!
You gain 75000 experience points!
You gain 46 practices!
A large boulder crashes down from above and smashes into you!
You have been slain!
Your disembodied soul rises from your ravaged corpse.
'Ah, Cantilenae.' the incarnation of death says. 'We meet again.'
The incarnation of death swings a Scythe of Soul Rending in a long, lazy arc...
There is a bright flash of blue light, and you vanish to the Ethereal Plane.
You turn translucent.
You feel a soft prickling on the back of your neck as your senses are heightened.
You feel a prickling on the back of your neck as your senses are heightened.
Your feet rise off the ground.
You feel a sharp prickling on the back of your neck as your senses are heightened.
A haze of crimson and gold sparks flit across your field of vision.
At least the boulder waited a half second until *after* I had the mark...