The Divine Fallen

(Can I sense anything round me?) / If not I'll move forward 

You can't feel anything in the vicinity at all, just empty space and mist. As you walk forward, you start to hear soft whispers in a language you don't understand, and a small light appears on the horizon. 

I move forward, no faster than a walking pase, sometimes reaching out trying to feel for anything.

When you reach out, the mist seems to shy away a little, as if not wanting to be touched, almost as if it's sentient. You walk and walk for what seems like over an hour, until you reach the light. It's a door, with light spilling out from underneath the crack. Do you go through?

Seeing the door I check the other side, walking around it

The other side of the door is the same, down to the light and grain of the wood.

I slowly reach to open the door, still unsure of the current situation, holding onto the door for a second before opening it.

The door slowly creaks, and the second you open it, even an inch, you get sucked in as if in a hurricane. You're now standing in a decrepit banquet hall, with rows of long benches and table, turned over and dusty. Cobwebs cover everything, and there's evidence of fire damage. At the end of the room is an ornate throne fir for a king, with a being upon it that looks like it's sleeping. It's clutching a goblet, and a broken crown rests on its head.

I walk over to the figure, trying to look at the scenery without loosing sight of the figure

Torn and burned tapestries of pastoral scenes line the walls down the main aisle of the hall, and a dirty rug leads the way to the figure. Plates and goblets are scattered around, as well as a few weapons.

As you approach the foot of the throne, the figure gets clearer. It's dressed in heavy black robes, lined with silver, which are dusty and ripped in places. The figure itself looks like a mummified human that wasn't wrapped, with pale greyish blue skin stretched tightly over the skull, and shrunken features. The eyelids and mouth are sewn closed, and a grotesque smile has been painted over the mouth in what looks like ash. The crown has been cleaved cleanly in two on one side, and tilts almost off the skull. An unusually shaped dagger rests in its lap.

I pick the crown up off the skull and look more closely to see if I can make any resemblance of it

As you reach out to touch the crown, the figure straightens in the throne, leaning forward to look at you. A powerful blast of air pushes you back a few feet, making the banners and tapestries rustle, as well as making plates and utensils fall to the ground. 

With a quiet, whispering and simultaneously screeching voice, the figure says "You... you will know...."

Roll insight for me please Nemm

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You are pretty terrified of this corpse figure Nemm. How do you react to what just happened?

I take a step back checking to see if I can feel my magic, "Kn- know what?"

Your magic is completely absent. It feels suppressed and nullified. Slowly, the corpse picks up the odd dagger and points at you. "You... will know whyyy.... why you are considered.... chosen.... Find this place, and be.... rewarded.... be.... enlightened..."  The figure presses the tip of the dagger into your chest, and you feel a deep, scratching, burning feeling. The corpse leans back and stares silently, grossly smiling with its ashen smile.

You instantly bolt awake, screaming, the pain still in your chest.

I check my chest for the damage, before looking to see if I had woken anyone

You see a large black mark across your chest, as if it had been branded in with a hot knife. 

Your scream has woken everyone, and echoes down both sides of the cave tunnels. 

Instantly awaking to the sound of Nemm's screams I shot up in my sleep 

"What's going on?" I  exclaimed woken up in a panic