Karn - Grip strength

The rage was suddenly gone. Even the fear. Even the despair. Karn was shutting down. Desire was draining away. Sensation followed quickly after. Vuel’s mocking laughter dissolved into silence. Karn was defeated. He was deactivating.

In one final exertion of will, Karn clutched the grisly Touchstone tighter, irretrievable, within his silver grip. Warriors rushed him as they saw what he did, their hands clawing at his implacable fist, but they were too late. Already, he was as still and dead as stone.

The rest of that night—the rest of the next decade—he experienced in fleeting, fragmentary impressions. The world moves all too quickly when one is a statue.

Karn felt Vuel prying futilely at his hands of silver.

Karn saw warriors standing in dejection and defeat.


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Rath and Storm: Karn's Tale