A vision of the Old Ones appeared in Hexec's head, their beauty filling him with courage. "Your time has not come yet, Hexec, there is still much you must do." Hexec nodded his head reverently, as they opened their hand and pushed him. He began to fall, farther and farther, until...
Hexec bolted back to life suddenly, and blearily opened his eyes. He saw his companions standing there, amongst the carnage that the statue has wrought. He patted himself, making sure he was indeed back in the world of the living. He noticed something odd. Looking at his skin he saw that it had becoming darker, and feeling his crest, he touched a number of new protrusions. Indeed, it was the work of the Old Ones. Shaking his head, he cleared his thoughts.
He moved towards Ilok and bowed his head. "Thank you for saving me," he stated. "However, while I was unliving I saw a vision of the Old Ones. Perhaps you could glean something from it." Hexec told his story to Ilok. After he was done, he went and grabbed his weapons, waiting for Ilok to reply.