Chapter 1.5 - The Afterlife
The crushing walls of the prison contracted further, and further, and further, while Darcon called out for his compatriots. He felt a pressure on his mind, an insistent demand to submit, to give up, to surrender to despair. His will surged in him, decrying that despondence.
As if in reaction to his thoughts the walls around him reverberated again, seeming to resonate, and the walls of the coffin began to splinter. With a crash the lid burst open. Darcon was surprised to find himself, not buried, but laid out on a low flat table.
The chamber around him was large and filled with pews and Pharasman iconography, an altar at the head behind him. It was clearly a temple, although not one that he recognized. He was laid out in his coffin in fine funerary robes.
The room was empty except for an elderly priest, balding, with a rotund middle and pleasant crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He didn't seem surprised in the slightest that the coffin in front of him had just burst open. Instead he just smiled and moved his hands in blessing.
"Hello, Jed." He said.
Darcon succeeds a will save to resist the effects of the haunt, which takes 2 damage instead.