11-25-2010, 06:06 AM
The blade only hurt for a fraction of a moment, as it passed through my throat. It's the last physical sensation I felt, before seeing the world roll backwards around me, dizzy and disorientated, before the world went black. I felt terror, purest fear as I felt my last second ebb away before bliss, sheer bliss is all I knew, as the fear left me, the pain, aches, worries and even anything I could call conciousness simultaneously disappeared. I was nothing, nowhere, and yet somehow, I still existed. Something was holding me back, and as much as I could will it away, I felt anchored down from moving on. I didn't know where I was trying to move on to, but I still fought to get there, for what seemed like an eternity, before I was wrenched back into being, concious, and with all the familiar feelings of sickness, pain, fear and uncertainty I had come to associate with life. The stench of alcohol reached my nostrils, and my eyes burned as I struggled against the embalming fluid soaked bandages wrapped around by face, pulling the loosely wrapped fabric away with a huge effort, my arms heavy and hard to control. With a struggle, I opened my eyes, feeling around, unable to see my own hand in front of my face. I found what felt like a shirt, for someone far larger than myself, and pulled it over myself to stave off the deathly cold of my own body. Feeling at my neck, I felt thick, wire-like stitches criss-crossing my neck, and felt sick to my stomach as I remembered everything, reaching behind by back to pull a dull purple crystal from between leathery black wings. It seemed to have cracked, and as I watched, it faded away entirely.
It took a few hours for me to muster the energy to struggle upwards, into the bright and blinding light of dawn, lifting the opening of the saddlebag I was apparently stored in. I heaved myself out, dropping to the ground and rolling, before silently staggering away from the horse, tied off in what looked like the stable of a tavern, in a place unfamiliar to me.
Wrapping the oversized shirt around myself, like a robe, though with the base and sleeves dragging along the ground, I mustered the energy to summon a felsteed beneath myself, strapping myself down and whispering to it in a hoarse voice."Take me home..." Before feeling it charging off, as I drifted back out of conciousness.
Bailey's Ressurection
Killer: Navren
Ressurected by: Self (Soulstone)
Temporary Drawbacks:
-Extreme fatigue, dizziness, disorientation and nausea due to only the bare minimum amount of blood in her body for survival.
- Unable to heal her injuries naturally for a short while.
- Both horns shattered, leaving painful stumps in their place.
- Scarring of slashes across her chest, face, back, one arm and one of her wings. (rendering that one arm fairly useless, and flight/slowfalling of any kind impossible)
Permanent Drawbacks:
- "Broken" voice, unable to raise her voice little more than a whisper due to irreparable damage to her throat.
- Heavily fatigued through physical actions if not assisted through the use of fel. (Leaving her feeble when she can't use fel-magic to augment her physical strength, such as when around those who could sense it.)
- Collar of thick stitches around her throat will leave permanent scarring and damage to the area.
- Extreme fear and paranoia about, and when around, those who hunt Felsworn.
Other drawbacks:
-Ego very much deflated, humbled.
(Ressurecting Monday after the week wait to ressurect, didn't know if this post had to be done before then or not, either way, if that's the case, just leave it here till Monday
)
It took a few hours for me to muster the energy to struggle upwards, into the bright and blinding light of dawn, lifting the opening of the saddlebag I was apparently stored in. I heaved myself out, dropping to the ground and rolling, before silently staggering away from the horse, tied off in what looked like the stable of a tavern, in a place unfamiliar to me.
Wrapping the oversized shirt around myself, like a robe, though with the base and sleeves dragging along the ground, I mustered the energy to summon a felsteed beneath myself, strapping myself down and whispering to it in a hoarse voice."Take me home..." Before feeling it charging off, as I drifted back out of conciousness.
Bailey's Ressurection
Killer: Navren
Ressurected by: Self (Soulstone)
Temporary Drawbacks:
-Extreme fatigue, dizziness, disorientation and nausea due to only the bare minimum amount of blood in her body for survival.
- Unable to heal her injuries naturally for a short while.
- Both horns shattered, leaving painful stumps in their place.
- Scarring of slashes across her chest, face, back, one arm and one of her wings. (rendering that one arm fairly useless, and flight/slowfalling of any kind impossible)
Permanent Drawbacks:
- "Broken" voice, unable to raise her voice little more than a whisper due to irreparable damage to her throat.
- Heavily fatigued through physical actions if not assisted through the use of fel. (Leaving her feeble when she can't use fel-magic to augment her physical strength, such as when around those who could sense it.)
- Collar of thick stitches around her throat will leave permanent scarring and damage to the area.
- Extreme fear and paranoia about, and when around, those who hunt Felsworn.
Other drawbacks:
-Ego very much deflated, humbled.
(Ressurecting Monday after the week wait to ressurect, didn't know if this post had to be done before then or not, either way, if that's the case, just leave it here till Monday
)