>>5884761>>5884762>>5884764>>5884764>>5884765Before you could even lift your crude club, the floor beneath you had sprouted one serpent for each limb of yours. You were dismembered in less than a second followed by a scathing strike to the chest from another serpent revelled in the juiciness of your beating heart. The last thing you saw was the Queen's clear disinterest in your dying breath.
<span class="mu-r"> <span class="mu-s"> YOU DIED </span> </span>
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+2 Death Iykor
Was this truly the end for both you and the world? Will the divines forgive you for your pathetic attempt to stop the Queen of naught? These thoughts ran amok inside your mind... how could they when you were supposed to be dead?
<span class="mu-s"> Apparently, you are not </span>
Cold soil, cold shovel, cold hands yanking you from the grave... just where were you?
"Hmph, I thought you would be...taller and more intimidating. Beggars can't be chooser, I suppose." A sickly woman in a tattered with glowing green eyes, pale skin and a rusty shovel had greeted you coldly " Welcome to our queen's personal purgatory: <span class="mu-s"> The Soulyard </span>. I reckon I would see you a lot here. Now, what should you be called around here? Naked Chosen One doesn't roll nicely on the Tongue, does it?
>Queen Slayer>Hero> The Immortal >Naked Chosen One> [ Tell her to pick one on your behalf]> You have no time for idle games, you must kill the queen of naught!! 