This is undoubtedly due to the breadth of a healer's soul.
Having received three vials of blood and a book, and having lost 20 silver coins, Ottar bids farewell to the happy fellow and waits until he is completely alone.
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The entity chooses this shell as well. Clinging to meaningless existence, these colorless, ephemeral armor will help it to enact vengeance among the lost souls.
HP: 15
Sanity: 4
Damage: 5
Greed and attachment to metal will cost the entity dearly – the third form arises from the Void, a colossal sphere of chaotically fused armor and weapons. Swords and spears, sharp and rotten, chainmail and plate armor, gleaming alongside rusty ones, fused into a bristling, bladed monstrosity, slowly approaches the entity.
It will have to fight... or not, because it can run, run towards the dim light, flickering on the opposite side from the monster, or try to fall back into the chaos and hope that it will bring consciousness among more pleasant images.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers