The gash in his leg ached fiercely, making him limp. It was already starting to tire him out, so when the little puddle in front of him became obvious, he paused only a second before deciding it wasn't worth it to walk around. Except he realized it wasn't a puddle at all once his good foot slipped straight through the surface and sent him tumbling down into what was actually a giant pool.
"Just great," he began to grumble, trying not to wince as the dark liquid touched the open flesh on his leg. He hobbled towards the side to pull himself out, but was stopped suddenly as something curled around his waist.
"No, no, no," he began to stutter out, dark fingers curling around the earth at the edge of the pit. But it was too late, he was trapped. He felt the tongue slither across his ankles and was too weak to fend it off. Then something sharp and painful clamped around his midsection and he groaned aloud, trying uselessly to drag himself out. But his strength was already fading..
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Renatus, Pawn of the White Kingdom
HP: 0/40 (Dead)
Flags: N/A
Miasma: 0