RE: Great Haven
11-09-2014, 02:41 PM
Kíeros Wrote:> Quickly! Crawl back into something so they can't do anything to you.
AgentBlue Wrote:Hide inside your own bag.
You aren't taking any chances; it's well time you hit the deck!
You fall to the floor with a thump, fidgeting in a panic. It's quite roomy in here... which is good, considering how being in a confined space would probably be not too good for your lowering condition. That damn fruit is making you ill. At least you can hear outside, somewhat.
"Mort, if I have to throw you under the wagon again, I'm not going to fix you this time."
AgentBlue Wrote:Throw up.
You now have one (1) pile of yuck in your inventory.
You immediately feel better, but that probably won't last for long. Unfortunately, you needed that food in your stomach, though it's much better than having whatever poison that was most certainly in it.
Schazer Wrote:Calm your goddamn tits, Hiiri. Why would the torill give you useful, apparently enchanted equipment, if you were destined to be a lab rat?
tronn Wrote:>Raoul: It's probably just indigestion from eating such rich food after being starved.
...Though, reconsidering things, your current location wouldn't even be possible if it weren't for Maya's actions. After all, you're feeling awfully energetic for someone who passed out to starvation and hypothermia; maybe she's to credit for that as well. Giving it even more thought in your rational state of mind, you were likely only having a bad reaction to the fruit you've never seen or tasted before. You're not sure if you should be eager for more or not. The group is pulling over, though, and that means it would be an excellent time to get some real sustenance.
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You might have passed out for a bit. You're outside now, and you're still in your bag; as easy as it is to store yourself in it, you now know from the chill of the air that it won't do as any sort of shelter. At least the fire nearby is keeping you warm enough. Someone started boiling a pot of water; you can't see it, but you can hear it. Everyone seems to be in a practiced silence. The torill is still knitting, and at least one person is drinking from a bottle.