Vest of Trepidation
Acolytes of Nezarec: Koraxis - III
Koraxis instinctively moved toward the Pyramid, an echo of a journey he wanted desperately to forget.
The Pyramid peaked over the edge of the chasm, a foreboding sight. It was complimented by a stillness that filled the area and made him feel as if he were on the edge of suffocating. He remembered how he carefully traversed the jagged paths. It seemed as if the Pyramid was pulling him in.
Everything felt familiar… including the paranoia. But something was off.
The architecture wobbled and shifted with every step he took. Statues felt as though their heads turned to watch him. Faint whispers danced around the rooms and faded before they could be comprehended. The air was thick with anxious anticipation, with fear.
Koraxis retread familiar hallways and staircases until suddenly, without realizing, he stepped into the innermost chamber… his chamber.
The whispers grew louder as he approached the body, slumped over, and shrouded in shadow at the center of the room. Hisses, yells, and fervent but unintelligible phrases all blended as Koraxis moved closer.
The corpse had been picked clean, barely anything left outside the vague shape of a body underneath the cloak.
Be it the threat of curses or sheer fear, his head remained untouched…
The whispers grew louder the closer Koraxis got to the entity's face. His entire body shook as he stared down at the darkened helmet, a ring of eyes pronounced even in the low light.
Despite the same dread that filled him, Koraxis followed through with the familiar actions and carefully removed one of the eyes. The room shook violently, and before he could safely stow the piece away, Koraxis toppled over. He closed his eyes and braced for impact.