Continuing on with some flavorful death messages:
A great chunk of melted ice cracks overhead and falls directly upon you. You have but time to cover your head before the frozen burden impacts, rending your body with pain and icy cold.
You reach out to touch the wight, and your hands glide straight through the ghostly robes, freezing as they do so. The cold shoots up your arms and within seconds you die in extreme agony.
The palantir can no longer withstand the awesome powers of Elatar, god of the stars resonating within it. It explodes with cataclysmic force, hurling fiery shards of glass in your face. And thus you die.
A shadowy figure twists the claw which has stuck within you, rending
sinew and flesh. You scream in agony, for it has struck your heart a fatal blow.
The arrow hits you and you die...