06-21-2011, 08:00 PM
Ravaged ribbons of silken red, each filigreed with its own snowflake pattern by the tint of taint necrotic, fluttered into animation to the dust devils' tune.
Seconds clicked into minutes, and minutes ticked by. The wind slowed 'til still, and the textile scraps found themselves a momentary rest.
The body shook and shuddered as the sweeps of amethyst thunder came quick and many.
Emaciated arms struggle a push up from the wilderness floor, but soon crumble limp.
A listless jostle to a sit.
He promptly flew onto his elbows and retched a slurry of putrid blood onto the hard dirt, a sallow striation or six to be seen writhing in the puddle.
Tavren wasn't the most sure how long he'd spent sputtering, hacking, and heaving.
It certainly had to've felt longer than it was, of such he felt he could be.
Tavren gave another groan, another cough, and another wet growl.
The fetid murk didn't look a thing like anything that'd ever been near his stomach.
A hesitant peek at the contents proper elicited a flinch from the Warlock.
The satchel was given a sharp and desultory throw at the roadside boulders. He vehemently forced himself to his feet.
He took a firm bite at the lip, and focused on the taste of blood as tried at disregarding the pain rattling through his joints with every step and suffocating heat.
The weary, grateful shoulder open of the door...
He threw another casual lance of fire at the barred window, savoring the tingle to his fingers and the adrenaline dancing down his frame.
Principal Developments:
• Several months of life languished in captivity.
• ??? - Confidential happenings beyond the theater of public purview.
Accessory Developments:
• Thirty-four soul shards destroyed. (Thirty-five if you count the expended Soulstone.)
• One silk shirt obliterated.
• Chronic chest pains resultant of lodged bone fragments; the twinging effect of the slivers may be exasperated by prolonged physical exertion, which in an extreme case may develop to serious internal bleeding.
• Osteoarthritis derived of localized contamination by lingering dark magic.
A bleak figure, riddled and turgid with all manner of sickness supernatural, regarded the rent remains hanging limp from her weapon.
She was draped in robes of billowy black, and she reached a thumb back to flick her cowl forward again.
She laid a clinical hand flat against the cadaver's chest and gave it a simple shove off her sword
She strode forth without any suggestion of ceremony or second thought, not as much pausing to look down at the melody of sodden snaps as her boots crushed that corpse's rib cage in passing.
A routine roll of the wrist saw the inscriptions of her runed blade seethe briefly with crimson magic, and what streaks of sanguine lingered swiftly skittered off its edge.
A routine roll of the wrist saw the inscriptions of her runed blade seethe briefly with crimson magic, and what streaks of sanguine lingered swiftly skittered off its edge.
...
Seconds clicked into minutes, and minutes ticked by. The wind slowed 'til still, and the textile scraps found themselves a momentary rest.
Between one desert gale and the next, a quiet crackle of violet crept up the carcass arm.
Fingers whose flesh was but ragged parchment clinging to bone then curled then dug into the sunbaked soil.
Fingers whose flesh was but ragged parchment clinging to bone then curled then dug into the sunbaked soil.
The body shook and shuddered as the sweeps of amethyst thunder came quick and many.
Emaciated arms struggle a push up from the wilderness floor, but soon crumble limp.
Mutilated muscles knit themselves whole.
Bloodshot sights flare to life and dart about in frantic suspicion.Rotting tissues sizzle to not.
The squirming didn't take more than a fistful of time to slip to a stop.
Broken bones lurch into place.
...
A listless jostle to a sit.
A widening of eyes and the hysterical tearing off of a tattered scarlet shirt still stained with unholy scathe.
A bleary glare at the sky that dared be so bright, today of all days.The recently resuscitated ran a set of nails through his bedraggled hair.
He rubbed ruefully at the shadowy sears that managed into being before he made haste.
He winced wordlessly at the sting of sunlight falling upon his freshly sown skin.
He winced wordlessly at the sting of sunlight falling upon his freshly sown skin.
He cradled his head in his palms and afforded himself a number of soundless tears of hurt while he still had the grace of solitude.
He promptly flew onto his elbows and retched a slurry of putrid blood onto the hard dirt, a sallow striation or six to be seen writhing in the puddle.
...
Tavren wasn't the most sure how long he'd spent sputtering, hacking, and heaving.
It certainly had to've felt longer than it was, of such he felt he could be.
Tavren gave another groan, another cough, and another wet growl.
His gaze flitted between the sludge he'd spewed and the desolate road upon which he was prone.
The fetid murk didn't look a thing like anything that'd ever been near his stomach.
Another go at sitting up, scratching some of the sand from his beard as he did.
A gander around showed him his solitude; a couple dozen miles from Ratchet yet, and not even a figure on the horizon.
A gander around showed him his solitude; a couple dozen miles from Ratchet yet, and not even a figure on the horizon.
Digits clasped along his forehead to cast shadow over his face.
It was a choice of getting up or praying for whim and chance to carry him.
He wondered at if it was worth trying to stand.Since when was he the sort to lay at the mercy of anything, let alone happenstance?
A slow shift of his stare from the ground to his side. Dust?The faintest chuff of smoke preternatural swirled free from a rip in the coarse fabric.
With sluggish curiosity, he unclipped the pouch from his belt and lifted it to sight.
The slowest trickle of shimmering sand leaked opposite the fumes.
A hesitant peek at the contents proper elicited a flinch from the Warlock.
Ruined.
...complicates...
They must have been crushed during...
Have I ever......won't be able...
The satchel was given a sharp and desultory throw at the roadside boulders. He vehemently forced himself to his feet.
How long had he been wasting time, wallowing in woe, acting the part of a spoiled child with a split lip and scraped knee?
He tossed free a platinum pocketwatch from his trousers and swung it by the chain as he strode.Tavren caught the trinket before overlong and set about counting its ticks.
He took a firm bite at the lip, and focused on the taste of blood as tried at disregarding the pain rattling through his joints with every step and suffocating heat.
...
The sunburnt and shirtless creature that skulked through Ratchet briefly raised the eyebrows of a Bruiser or two.
His glower softened and a smirk spread as he wondered at what the smug reptiles made of the sight of him.Steadily and readily did he get the last leg of this journey over with, stalking to his property on the closer side of the city and evading the waning afternoon rays wherever shade had the compassion to lurk.
The weary, grateful shoulder open of the door...
The confounded furrow of a ruddy and peeling countenance...
The questioning glance over a shoulder...Shouldn't I have had to unlock th-
The punch making contact between his legs...The rag clapped over his mouth...
The thick finger digging into the back of his head..."Sleep."
The spell reeling through his mind left him paralyzed and the world dimming fast.
He didn't even get to scream.
He didn't even get to scream.
...
He threw another casual lance of fire at the barred window, savoring the tingle to his fingers and the adrenaline dancing down his frame.
Today, he was slated to be conveyed to the spotlit stage alongside a row of fellow prisoners.
He took a deep breath as he heard his escort enter.
He greeted the man with a pearly grin and extended an expectant pair of wrists.
"The game just gets better every time, doesn't it?"
Principal Developments:
• Several months of life languished in captivity.
• ??? - Confidential happenings beyond the theater of public purview.
Accessory Developments:
• Thirty-four soul shards destroyed. (Thirty-five if you count the expended Soulstone.)
• One silk shirt obliterated.
• Chronic chest pains resultant of lodged bone fragments; the twinging effect of the slivers may be exasperated by prolonged physical exertion, which in an extreme case may develop to serious internal bleeding.
• Osteoarthritis derived of localized contamination by lingering dark magic.