Mortimer was so thankful he knew how to get rid of the boxes now. This new one took up so much of his vision, he momentarily thought the world turned blue. Just before his focus ran out, and his Undead Perception turned off, he watched as two of the living died and faded from view, normal site snapping into place and watch their corpses bleed out onto the floor. But that still left the noisy one, and Bloodface.

Bloodface was still sputtering and wiping his mouth, and the noisy one had stopped screaming for a moment. At least, they had until the wall monster fell on the big one. Then the noisy one got noisier. He really did NOT like them. And he was really hungry. But she was so far away, it would take forever to get over there and eat that stupid face.

Level 3 Racial Ability unlocked.

Enraged Sprint-When bloodlust rises, you can sacrifice your body to make a savage sprint at incredible speeds. Each step of the sprint causes increasing damage to you, and could potentially cause your limbs to fail.

What starts as his usual low groan suddenly increases in tempo to a savage snarl. Mortimer hunches low and launches forward, going from his normal slower-than-the-tortoise pace to a ferocious dash that covers the dozens of feet between them in the blink of an eye.

You have suffered ability backlash. You have taken major damage.

Tendons rip and tear all over Mortimer’s legs, causing the end of his dash to be less like a charge and more like a crash as they give out from under him and Mortimer crashes into the noisy one. He grabs her by the throat and with next to no effort crushes it in his grip, silencing the noisy one. The gnawing hunger blooming into a sensation of starvation, he tears into her flesh with his teeth, chewing and slurping as her lifeblood drains away.

Instead of a corpse, you feasted on flesh that was still living. Enhanced Undead Regeneration activated.

STR+

CHA+

WIS+

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INT+

Mortimer had another surge of memories and thoughts as the still living flesh healed his own much more effectively than that of the dead. He felt his bones and muscles that only mostly healed before tear apart and reknit themselves into their proper place. He felt his brain come to life as more memories and intelligence came back. The blue box suddenly started making a little bit of sense. There were a lot he did not recognize, but he started to remember the letters, and the meaning of of the simplest words. His skin tightened to his frame a little more, and some of the rot healed itself, restoring a fraction of his original form. He even became more aware of his surroundings, like the fact that the cleric had resumed his chant. He even seemed like he was almost done.

“Et per lucem verum, ad quod sepulcrum! Purge Undeath!” With the last words, the clerics voice took on a unnatural quality, as if the world itself wished to reject it, but was coerced into accepting. A blindingly white light enveloped the cleric and flung itself at Mortimer. It hurt Mortimer’s eyes to look at it, but he could not look away.

You have been struck by your bane. Fatal damage taken.

Error…Presence of WIS stat detected. Reclassifying. You are now considered Intelligent (who would have thought it possible?) Undead. Calculating resistance to Purge Undeath.

You have been stuck by your bane. You have resisted. Serious damage taken.

…

Lucky bastard…

The white light enveloped Mortimer and burned at his flesh. He felt all the healing he had done evaporate in a second. From deep inside himself, he felt his very soul refuse to burn, and as soon as it did, his body cooled, and the light faded. Flesh torn and singed hung from his body. His face, scorched and scarred, eyes burnt black, still managed to send a look at the cleric that screamed murderous intent. Mortimer focused and looked past the blindness, sensing the powerful lifeforce that coursed through the cleric. His Enraged Sprint tore apart his body further, leaving masses of rotting flesh on the ground, portions of his body nothing but bone.

The cleric stated back at Mortimer, terror filling his eyes and running down his leg. At first he was silent, than began sobbing as Mortimer’s broken voice reached his ears.

“Noooo. That hurrrrt.” Mortimer hissed at the cleric. It took a great deal of focus, but whatever change just happen, he felt more in control over his mind and body than his admittedly short memory could recall. He knew he could not keep this up. It was too taxing on his limited mind. And his body was failing. He could still feel that horrible light burning him, trying to incinerate his very soul. He could smell the discarded and destroyed pieces of body burning away behind him. And he was so hungry. So he let mind relax and drop away, the mindless zombie coming back. The zombie knew exactly what it needed to do. And three and a half bodies to do it to.

“Hunnnnngggggrrreeeeeyyyyyy. Huuuuunnnnnnnnggggggrrrrryyyyyyy! HUUUNNNNNGGGGGRRRRRYYYY!”

Instead of a corpse, you feasted on flesh that was still living. Enhanced Undead Regeneration activated.