When Psycho entered the temple he saw that it was quite clearly a temple belonging to the Zhentarim. The Black Cloaks hat hung from the walls and the likeness of anshoon were clear giveaways. The Temple had been abandoned. Long ago abandoned there was a thick dust that hung on most of the stones. The doorways were however full of scrapings and a could stench that was mistakably undead. The stench was nothing like a rotting corpse, still teaming with life and smells from when it was once alive. The smell of the undead was thin and putrified it smelled like burt hair mixed with old socks.
As Psycho Turned the corner he saw a hallway full of hungry walkers accompanied with lichees. They had sensed him almost as fast as he had seen them. But he was always prepared for the undead. Infact in recent years they had become somewhat of a fascination of his.
Psycho quickly pulled *The potion of an Angel from his bag and quaffed it. He began to sing, the voice was no longer his own but the voice of the Heavens.
'Come to me my children,
Lay your head down at last,
The days have been hard and night has come fast
Your time is undone,
Your souls have no path'
As his song finished you could literally watch the souls rise out of the undead and lichee. It rose out from their Rrise out of the undead and lichee. It rose out from their bodies and began to float. The black figureless shape hung out of the chest of the undead like a ballon tied upon their hip.
Psycho Breathed in deeply before he pulled out a Nexus Stone. He watched as the souls floated through the air to be consumed by the dark stone. During his monk training he had become familiar with the Nexus Stone, but he was still learning much of its uses.
