You rise sputtering from a pooled mirror of darkening blood - immediately you wince and nearly swoon, for Maskelyne's sword
>>5694612 is still thrust straight through you - is this the blood that has seeped from your wound? But there is so much of it, an entire river of blood... you cannot even see the far side of it, for the red river is of such an impenetrable and tenebrous shade of darkness that it resembles the fall into an abyss.
You are trying to wade slowly towards the dark edge of this shore. There is a choked warbling in the distance, the sound of fists hammering against glass and the dull clunk of underwater chains; the sound of some sloshing and floundering, but by the time the slow and calm ripples reach you it is as if the struggle has become suspended in a viscous and torpid futility. Everything feels somnolent and slow. You wonder if the sword-wound has killed you. Perhaps this is the numb and languorous feel of Death. It feels like sleep...
You can see that the entirety of your possessions and weapons are scattered all along the length and breadth of this red shore, alongside the felled and uprooted trunks of dead trees. (QM: the only item you possess currently is Thelemy's Cane Sword, stabbed through you
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There also seem to be some other items mysteriously scattered along the crimson-stained sand:
