>>6140097Raw, unfiltered power directly from the crossing leylines of one of the most magically-abundant planets you've ever visited swells within you, making you feel more alive than you have in days. Strength floods into your body, you meeting Jergal's gaze.
“Excuse me, my lord. I'll be right back.” you say, focusing all this strength inwards, drawing upon strength you didn't know you had. Forcing your dying body to move, to fight, to LIVE! Everything goes black, Lord Jergal's domain disappearing as everything becomes pain. Your entire body feels as if it's dying, which is fair considering it is. You give everything you've got, the power of the converging leylines thrumming in you to rise! But you lack that strength, settling instead for giving your daughter a sign. With all you've got you try clenching your fist, getting just a twitch. But with that twitch, you feel her sudden focus, your daughter shouting to you.
“Dad?!” your daughter asks, voice full of hope. “DADDY! You gotta get up, please! Something really bad is coming, we need you!”
“KRIIIIIIIIIIIIN!” something screeches shrilly, a moment later intense light is shined in your face. Causing you to wince, and as if by reflex draw your right over, shielding your face from the rays.
“DADDY!” Meloka Wolbach shouts, tears running down her face as she buries it in your chest. “I knew you'd wake up!”
“Hey. Mel-Kiddo. Wh-Where?” you manage to get out, every syllable a herculean effort. Who knew dying made living so difficult?
“Mom's outside on the roof, fighting the bad guys coming.” she says, pulling back to look you in the eyes before continuing. “I was going to school, when I saw all the birds flying south away. It didn't make any sense until Ifeltwhat they were running from.”
At this she hugs herself, rubbing her upper arms and you desire nothing more than the strength to hold her, to comfort your daughter and tell her everything's going to be okay. But you still don't have the power, your body still trying to keep living with everything it's got.
“Something bad is coming. Something really, really bad.” she says, once more meeting your gaze. Eyes wide with terror and fear, but also hope. And belief. Belief that, no matter what, her father can protect her. That YOU can save the day, can save her. “Can you stop it?”
“Of course. I'm your grandpa's son. I can't lose, not when someone threatens our home.” you tell her, adjusting to using so much power and focus simply on keeping your heart beating despite the Death spreading within you more by the second. With a grunt force yourself upright onto your hands, meeting her gaze. “Can you go get me my sword and staff?”