RE: The Restoration of Erihal [GAME START]
02-17-2021, 08:16 PM
Duril, Xanthi, and the village doctor attend to Prim's wounds. It doesn't look good. The hunter's breathing is shallow and ragged, and her clothes are caked with oozing blood. The old Mau doctor shakes his head looking at it.
"She's lost a lot of blood. Too much mayhaps. But she's a strong one. Holding on for now."
Duril's lens shows no sign of magical contamination. There are small traces from the creature's scales and saliva, but it is fading quickly.
Jow makes it up the tree outrunning the lizard (somehow) and hitting his target with the noodles (quite impressively). The lizard crashes into the wood, shaking its head and regaining its bearings. It hisses and claws up the tree, shaking it and making more deep scratches in the wood. Jow holds on for dear life, now trapped like a cat up a tree.
Kamile manages to sneak up on the lizard, the noise of her footsteps in the water covered up by the splashing of the beast itself. Her spear lands true, skewering the thing's knee through a weak point in its scales. It roars in pain and begins to turn. As she tries to pull out her spear for another strike, she feels an unexpected resistance. The brief moment of confusion allows the creature's tail to strike her, knocking the breath out of her. She falls flat in a puddle, winded but otherwise unhurt.
"She's lost a lot of blood. Too much mayhaps. But she's a strong one. Holding on for now."
Duril's lens shows no sign of magical contamination. There are small traces from the creature's scales and saliva, but it is fading quickly.
Jow makes it up the tree outrunning the lizard (somehow) and hitting his target with the noodles (quite impressively). The lizard crashes into the wood, shaking its head and regaining its bearings. It hisses and claws up the tree, shaking it and making more deep scratches in the wood. Jow holds on for dear life, now trapped like a cat up a tree.
Kamile manages to sneak up on the lizard, the noise of her footsteps in the water covered up by the splashing of the beast itself. Her spear lands true, skewering the thing's knee through a weak point in its scales. It roars in pain and begins to turn. As she tries to pull out her spear for another strike, she feels an unexpected resistance. The brief moment of confusion allows the creature's tail to strike her, knocking the breath out of her. She falls flat in a puddle, winded but otherwise unhurt.
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