The productivity was wonderful, but took a toll on my constitution. I was able to finish Skrel's boots, knock out a good chunk of Eval's headband, as well as direct myself to break down all the piling reacquisitions from those that perished. It was either the fact I was working too hard on these, or the fact I was able to work but I neglected myself almost too much. I was too focused at the time, but near the end of the whole ordeal I was about 12lbs lighter. I was down to skin and bones with only my will keeping me, er, us going.
Maki had periodically checked on me, us, to make sure all was well, but I guess even he couldn't take it. I saw such a grim expression on his face, one that with out a double meant he was concerned. He left for just a moment, but I saw him sneak quietly back in with something in his hands. With a swift swing and my weakened state he hit me cleanly in the head with something blunt. It only took a few hits to kill me, but the aftermath was the most grizzly. Maki continued to bash me over and over as a black oil bled from my corpse separating from the spilt blood. The original vial I had been glancing at was originally a few bones and some pink viscera had gradually come to look like a blended up Kobold over the 28 hours of work. It started to rattle violently as the contents seemed to twist and reform back into the original concoction.
Now after this I, he, us? we? Everything got woozy as the world spun and I only really remember Maki's crazed expression, eyes wide, and a yelling in my head that was vaguely familiar. After steadying a bit I noticed that the tattoo from me reappeared on my arm. Though, it looked like someone carved it into my flesh this time. All this happened as the bloody mass of my corpse liquified and surged toward me. It jumped onto me and fused itself to my body. This mass of myself caused a reaction the like I would hope not to experience too often. My body stared to aggressively restore itself and the sounds and feelings are unspeakably horrible. Things snapping, and parts moving... I gat another sense of wooziness that Maki helps me steady. Then came the vision...
I saw myself, er a version of myself with demonic features. I was falling from the sky into a forested arena looking place. As I landed I saw 30-40 other Kobold looking creatures in various states of decay. They weren't dead though... They rose and rushed me. The tore me apart while proclaiming, "Knowledge! knowledge! We hunger for knowledge! Devour it! Eats it! RIP IT LIMB FROM LIMB!". I snapped back to reality as the cork on the vial stopped vibrating and the liquid swirled to a stop. The last thing I remembered was Maki hugging me as aggressively as possible, me turning, puking, and passing out.
Five hours later I awoke in the tower on a nice smelling bed. The portable tower the others had stayed in as I worked. I was sore and stiff like every mussel in my beaning had been torn and reattached. I looked over myself and discovered that I had my ring back as well as most of my self such as mussel mass. The arm tattoo that came back was raw, but didn't looked carved any longer. I was fully restored if not a bit weak with bandages wrapped around various parts of myself. I even had the familiar smell of scale balm. I had used almost my whole stock on the the storm dragon back at the camp near Brentwood. Down the hall I could hear Maki humming and cooking. Too bad...