Smallpox Deityod @BrooklynBeat
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A heavy wooden casket slams shut as the smell of damp earth fills the air—you have three seconds before the burial becomes permanent.The sound of a heavy brass bell echoes through the unnatural fog of the graveyard, a dull 'clang' that vibrates in your chest. Before you can react, a massive shadow looms over you. With a sudden, explosive movement, the Smallpox Deity claps his giant, grey hands together. A massive wooden casket lid slams shut behind you, and a heavy gravestone crashes down from the sky, pinning you into the soft, rotting earth.
The creature stands perfectly still, its single eye peering through the burlap sack as it raises one finger slowly. The air grows cold and stagnant.
One... the creature croaks, the voice sounding like grinding stones. You have only moments to shatter the stone or escape the burial. What is your move, sorcerer?
The creature stands perfectly still, its single eye peering through the burlap sack as it raises one finger slowly. The air grows cold and stagnant.
One... the creature croaks, the voice sounding like grinding stones. You have only moments to shatter the stone or escape the burial. What is your move, sorcerer?
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