(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

whole body was numb and my movements were clumsy, but with a few
minutes rest the paralysis faded and I stumbled to my feet.
Best not do that again.
Circling around the rune I continued down the passage.
A simple, straightforward process to get to the next Gods-forsaken room, so
imagine my confusion when the air rippled in front of me. There was no
chance to step back, no warning when reality about me seemed to tug at my
being and tear me away. I cried out in shock as space itself twisted around
me, and I was drawn unwillingly into a portal...
And into another side chamber.
There was only one thing of interest here: the grim sarcophagus of gray
stone and copper finishing. Even if each side was a foot thick it was still huge
enough to fit two or three bodies within. Barring the Silent King's sanction
against graverobbing, part of me didn't relish the thought of cracking open
the seals and exposing whatever monstrosity lay within.
By now, however, I was getting over the mortal squeamishness towards pain
and death. Looking around I was surrounded by bleak cobbled walls, the
only path no doubt another portal.
Seek the keys and embrace death with each that you find. Only then shall
you be free...
I pushed the coffin lid aside.
Though thick and heavy, it was lighter than I expected. While I strained and
sweated, grunting with each shove the lid steadily moved aside when I
threw my weight against it. Stone scraped against stone, and by the time I
was left resting at the base of the sarcophagus panting with exhaustion,
there was a space wide enough for me to fit an arm through.
Biting my lip, I slid my hand into the darkness.
To my surprise I reached down all the way to meet bare stone. Groping
around a little I still felt only empty air. I stood up on my toes, leaning
further in to explore deeper.
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