You hear the grinding of stone above you as the adventurers start opening your sarcophagus. In a moment of inspiration you draw something from your rags and set them in place.
"Oh sweet, gold! Oh wait, never mind. These are just brass.""Dear Sol, are you actually stealing grave pennies off a corpse?""Well this poor sod doesn't need it, does he?" You feel meaty hands pull the coins from your closed eyes. You don't twitch so much as a muscle.
"Yes he does! The whole point of putting the coins there is so that he can pay the Reaper.""Honestly Rothgar, I think stealing grave pennies is a bit far even for you.""Fine. Gods." You feel the pennies get thrown at your face, bouncing off your nose and cheek and clattering into the sarcophagus.
"Honestly, you never let me have any loot..."You listen to the three of them chatter as they walk off. You give it fifteen minutes, then pull the sarcophagus aside. Mehlenna is already out and sat on her sarcophagus.
"Hey, daft-name. Just waiting for the sun to set so I can finally get the hell out of here."You feel your eye twitch slightly.
"My name's Mike," you say. "I like Mike."
"It's a stupid name.""It even has a song. Would you like to hear it?"
"No.""It goes 'Mike the Wight - is the right wight - opposer of light - suffer my blight.'"
"That is an utterly ridiculous song. I'm going." She gets off her sarcophagus and turns to leave.
"Oh, I don't know," you say, moving up behind her. Your power to drain life doesn't work on wights, and you don't have any weapons, so you have to make do. You club her on the back of the head with your fist.
"Mike the Wight," you scream, throwing your fists down at her again and collapsing her cheekbone as she rolls over. She reacts by shattering a rib with her own punch, then another to bloody your nose.
"Is the right wight," you continue, throwing another punch at her. She dodges it and tries to claw your burning red eyes out, but you shove down her flailing arms.
"Opposer of Light," you say, breaking both of her arms with your fists. She tries to struggle, but is pinned down.
"Suffer - My - Blight!" you bellow, punctuating each word with a punch until you have shattered her skull. You stand up, brushing black-red ooze from your body.
"Nobody mocks my name."
Dusk comes, and you are weak and starving. If you can't find food tonight, you will wither. From your expeditions before, you know that nearby you can find a town, a farming village with attached farms, some woodland and some unclaimed plains.
Mike the Wight
Health: 1/10
Might: 3
Stealth: 4
Sustenance: 0 Days (You must feed!)
Drain Life: On a successful attack, drains life directly from the victim and adds to your health pool, or to sustenance. No cost.
Create Wight: A victim you have recently drained of all life can be brought back as a wight under your complete control. Cost: Health. The total health you spend creating the wight will be its new (and total) health. This is a permanent subtraction from your own health. The new wight's stats will be half of your own (no subtraction).
No mage training!
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Topic: Wight [ISG/TSG] (Read 18563 times)