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>The pain was too much, rest and recovery were what you needed not more exertion, perhaps when the sun rose you would have an easier time making it back to the castle but there was no use in rushing [Cynic]
>Lose exhausted condition, gain tired condition [-5DC]
>Alyn Celtigar is now <span class="mu-r">Injured!</span>You are by no means healed or healing and this marks only a marginal recovery
>The sheer audacity of your deed will be lessened slightly and the shock of your state somewhat lessened as well despite what you may assert or appear as, it remains an incredibly impressive deed so far but far less fantastical.
>+1 Shadow
Pain overwhelmed you as you made to sit, every act no matter how small or slight was an agony that threatened you with tears for the effort and the thought of the hike into the hills loomed so impossibly large that you near retched at the thought of continuing, better to remain here, there was no harm to it, you would not die for want of rest, even resting proved painful, it was all you could do to muster the discipline to not cause yourself further by restlessly turning in a fruitless effort to be free of it, even heavy lidded it tore at you like a pack of wolves…..you… you…you just needed…. to rest…
Sunlight greeted you again behind a light curtain of fog, the crash of waves was low and steady and betrayed the receding tide, you blinked away grit in the soft light and felt the light softly warming your skin, you were parched and your lips had grown dry and cracked and your head swam when you made to rise, you staggered as the world tilted and was thankful it was the softer sand and not one of the rocks that cushioned your fall, with a rasping breath you pulled yourself to your knees and then feet, you were not at your journey's end yet.
>You did not know how far you had swam from where you started but even bedraggled, wounded and alone you felt some distant pang of shame for your nakedness, you might find your clothes where you had left them…. With a great deal of luck, more likely you might have to command the aid of some fisherman or hovel peasant. [Haughty]
>You had to get to Dragonstone’s castle, warm food, water and a Maester could mean the difference between fever and a chill that might kill you, you did not feel it coming on but many men had died for lesser injuries, you hated, HATED the prospect of the rocky hills but your survival depended on it. [Cynic]
>You would watch the water for a time, muster your courage, beg her forgiveness for the broken Idol, some part of yourself wanted some hero to rescue you from your broken body, none would come, you were sure, you would make a decision eventually but not before you were ready and able. [Taciturn]
