The Dread Knight could do nothing about the situation. It only continued to fall deeper underground as the Braves went to the next stage. The Braves could only hear the roaring Dread Knight from dark chasm below as sound gradually became silent.
@JinVodka @Nom de Plume @Blitz @Nyan sempai @Haruhal @Zheya A corpse, Zheya, wielding gram chases all of you from behind. A good hit will be an instant kill.
Status Female Page level 2 => 4 Stayed Calm and Escaped the Cave Weapon: A spear and two pokeballs Clothing: Flexible Lightweight Armor Items: First aid, rations, waterskein, rope, hook, firestarter, torches, Swiss Army knife bought off a reincarnator, snake meat Pokemon: Groudon Holding: @JinVodka Skills: Spear Wielding Level 2 => 3 Defense Level 1 Fishing Level 1 Throwing Level 1 => 2 *New Skills* Spiritual Resistance Level 1 Running Level 2
I can't believe... did you just... you actually learned a new skill... just to run like hell? Well, color me surprise. You exceed my expectations. Lucky for you and your fellow Braves, the Dread Knight can't survive under light. Perhaps were it a Zombie Knight, but now it's infested with Madness Tendrils. Perhaps the Dread Knight might have other means of closing the distance, sooner or later. For now, it could only angrily roar at the absurdity of the situation, as the Braves are currently running towards the source of light.
Run as you will, the inevitable confrontation between the Braves and the final boss will happen. Rather face absolute despair, why not accept only a silver of it? Challenge your wit, and endure my taint. BAD ENDING #2 Go... return... to... me... Offer... yourself... to... me... I... shall... I... can... only... I... am... able... to... relief... you... of... your... burdens... and... hardships... Give... in... to... my... touch... and... be... freed... from... the... curse... of... knowledge... Only... madness... can... set... you... free... and... give... you... peace... Brave @Nom de Plume continued running towards the light with her fellow Braves, but just before they reach the end of spectrum; a heavy sensation of indecisiveness hurled itself from deep inside her. As if, she were reverting back to a child, free from worries and regrets. As if, the calm and soothing embrace of sleep welcomed her. As if, her happiest moments were being reenacted and remain forever the same. As if, she were who she was, way before she became a Brave. Unbeknownst to the Brave, a extremely extended tendril had pierce her Achilles heel, causing her soul, sanity, and emotions to be afflicted by something unknown yet awfully familiar. This something, the feeling of wanting. The feeling of abandonment. The euphoria of craving more and experiencing more. GREED, LUST, & SLOTH were rioting inside her in gigantic waves of indescribable pleasure. It was overwriting her sense of duty, logic, and courage. Her innermost desires, her sins, were materializing at a rapid pace. It was the side effect of affliction, for it desired the true exposure of self. Should the Brave fail to contain herself, she would become something more abhorrent than the Dread Knight.
@JinVodka @Nom de Plume @Blitz @Nyan sempai @Haruhal @Zheya You all exit the cave. Everyone except Nom de plume and JinVodka is to play a game of black jack. Please report your number below~