Martin, you have the surreal feeling of suddenly snapping back to consciousness. Michael is hurt, the others attend to him, and he is dripping black and smoking slightly. There is a disconnect with the past several moments, but the back of your head hurts, as if you've been knocked out.
Should you look down at your hands and feet, you see something...off. Upon further inspection, you then notice that you are seeing through them
. Like foggy glass, they have become translucent, the lack of opacity spreading up in a gradient to your elbows and knees. Those of a
|Characters who have the Unseen Sense Merit |
will see a strange, foggy pattern spreading up your arms and legs, but not the transparency.
The great corpse lies still, mouth open in a wide, frozen scream. Its body reeks, its feathers patterned with stripes of black and soot grey. Its milky eyes have a slight, greenish tinge to them, and upon further inspection, parts of its body are shifting and wriggling. With a loud pop and a
|Roll Resolve + Composure not to vomit |
, a great pile of maggots bursts through the chest, spreading out over the heart. They sound like a million, squeaking rats.