Thread Status:Open
Players involved: Four Moons Watching, Kokopuffs
Characters involved: Miara, Akuma
Setting: Southern shore of Odslig Lake
Time: Current, midmorning
Weather: Absolutely pouring rain, and there's a thunderstorm on the horizon too
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Fuck.
Miara wasn't usually one to swear, but here she was, caught out in the rain with her legs scraped up from undergrowth and her hair in a hopeless mess and nothing to even show for her ill-fated errand. She'd been gathering clay to make replacements for a couple of broken teacups, but it had washed away when the rain picked up.
Resigning herself to returning empty-handed, she turned and began trudging (there was really no better word for how she had to slog through the mud) back home, shivering and cursing her luck.
Of course, the day just had to go from bad to worse. Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, startling Miara. The little nymph flinched and tripped over some rocks, brushing by a thorn thicket on the way down and picking up even more scrapes.
Worst of all, when she tried to stand up again, she found that she couldn't. The mud was too deep; her hands found nothing to push herself up against, and she was too cold and exhausted to get back to her feet without using her arms. She tried healing herself to get some strength back, but it just wasn't enough.
Getting desperate, she gathered the last of her vikta and freed one hand from the mud to throw a brilliant flash of light into the sky, the blue of her magic luckily distinct from the white-gold of lightning. She took off her hat and held it up to make sure she was visible above the mud and waited anxiously for help, or the storm, whichever came first.
Players involved: Four Moons Watching, Kokopuffs
Characters involved: Miara, Akuma
Setting: Southern shore of Odslig Lake
Time: Current, midmorning
Weather: Absolutely pouring rain, and there's a thunderstorm on the horizon too
~~~~
Fuck.
Miara wasn't usually one to swear, but here she was, caught out in the rain with her legs scraped up from undergrowth and her hair in a hopeless mess and nothing to even show for her ill-fated errand. She'd been gathering clay to make replacements for a couple of broken teacups, but it had washed away when the rain picked up.
Resigning herself to returning empty-handed, she turned and began trudging (there was really no better word for how she had to slog through the mud) back home, shivering and cursing her luck.
Of course, the day just had to go from bad to worse. Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, startling Miara. The little nymph flinched and tripped over some rocks, brushing by a thorn thicket on the way down and picking up even more scrapes.
Worst of all, when she tried to stand up again, she found that she couldn't. The mud was too deep; her hands found nothing to push herself up against, and she was too cold and exhausted to get back to her feet without using her arms. She tried healing herself to get some strength back, but it just wasn't enough.
Getting desperate, she gathered the last of her vikta and freed one hand from the mud to throw a brilliant flash of light into the sky, the blue of her magic luckily distinct from the white-gold of lightning. She took off her hat and held it up to make sure she was visible above the mud and waited anxiously for help, or the storm, whichever came first.
