Eternity RPC Board
Grey.
Warm.
Black.
Numb.
Nothing.
Bright.
Hot.
HOT!
Fire!
Flying!
Falling!
And then it was dark again, and the bridge between Elke’s brain and body was reestablished. Disoriented, she lifted her head. She was on the ground, surrounded by flowers that didn’t smell quite right. A fire raged behind her and the tang of smoke made her cough. Her body ached but in the way bodies ache while there is still enough adrenaline to mask real pain.
She looked around. Her bag was beside her, its contents regurgitated around it. Elke began shoving everything she could see back inside - her journal with its singed pages, her pen, a half-eaten piece of fruit....
She looked around. Nevina was lying motionless a few paces away.
“Nevina?” she rasped. With no response from her companion, Elke felt her body move into action as if someone else was still controlling it. She half-crawled, half-walked over the tangles of blossoms and plunked herself down by the slight form of the elf. “Nevina?” Clumsily, she gave the woman a little nudge. She thought she might have heard Nevina make a quiet, wet noise, but in the sharp contrast of shadows and glow created by the fire and through the haze of the black smoke and of her own half-delirious mind, Elke was having trouble determining if she was awake.
The fires were burning closer. Elke needed to move them away. And wasn’t there something wrong with these flowers?
Not waiting around to see if Nevina was capable of walking by her own strength, Elke grabbed the woman up — her chest against Nevina’s back, her arms hooked under Nevina’s underarms — and began dragging her backwards away from the wreckage. She stumbled a few times in the thick foliage as if it was grabbing purposefully at her feet, and each time she fell, it became harder and harder to get back up. Her head and back throbbed, and she longed to sleep until the feeling subsided, but burning to death was not ideal.
The final time she fell, they were well away from the fire and beyond the edge of the garden, and Elke made the choice not to move further. The effort felt as if it had taken hours, but how much time had actually passed was unclear - most likely not hours, though. Maybe minutes. There was no sign of dawn on the horizon, and the trees hid the moon’s position. Elke stared up at the visible stars from her belly-up position and felt the black of something deeper than sleep creeping in around the edges of her vision.
“Hey?” the mageling asked in a shaky voice between deep breaths. “Nevina? Nevina?”
1d20 rolled for a total of: 14 (14)
Warm.
Black.
Numb.
Nothing.
Bright.
Hot.
HOT!
Fire!
Flying!
Falling!
And then it was dark again, and the bridge between Elke’s brain and body was reestablished. Disoriented, she lifted her head. She was on the ground, surrounded by flowers that didn’t smell quite right. A fire raged behind her and the tang of smoke made her cough. Her body ached but in the way bodies ache while there is still enough adrenaline to mask real pain.
She looked around. Her bag was beside her, its contents regurgitated around it. Elke began shoving everything she could see back inside - her journal with its singed pages, her pen, a half-eaten piece of fruit....
She looked around. Nevina was lying motionless a few paces away.
“Nevina?” she rasped. With no response from her companion, Elke felt her body move into action as if someone else was still controlling it. She half-crawled, half-walked over the tangles of blossoms and plunked herself down by the slight form of the elf. “Nevina?” Clumsily, she gave the woman a little nudge. She thought she might have heard Nevina make a quiet, wet noise, but in the sharp contrast of shadows and glow created by the fire and through the haze of the black smoke and of her own half-delirious mind, Elke was having trouble determining if she was awake.
The fires were burning closer. Elke needed to move them away. And wasn’t there something wrong with these flowers?
Not waiting around to see if Nevina was capable of walking by her own strength, Elke grabbed the woman up — her chest against Nevina’s back, her arms hooked under Nevina’s underarms — and began dragging her backwards away from the wreckage. She stumbled a few times in the thick foliage as if it was grabbing purposefully at her feet, and each time she fell, it became harder and harder to get back up. Her head and back throbbed, and she longed to sleep until the feeling subsided, but burning to death was not ideal.
The final time she fell, they were well away from the fire and beyond the edge of the garden, and Elke made the choice not to move further. The effort felt as if it had taken hours, but how much time had actually passed was unclear - most likely not hours, though. Maybe minutes. There was no sign of dawn on the horizon, and the trees hid the moon’s position. Elke stared up at the visible stars from her belly-up position and felt the black of something deeper than sleep creeping in around the edges of her vision.
“Hey?” the mageling asked in a shaky voice between deep breaths. “Nevina? Nevina?”
1d20 rolled for a total of: 14 (14)