>>5959556You emerged from drowning blackness and clawing twilight with a desperate gasp that gurgles from your chest with a horrid rattling that sends you to shivers, thick bile billows up with it that tastes of Iron & sickness, your skin burned with the itch of cheap roughspun wool and the heat of a dying fire, It was fevered too with a slight sweat that cooled as you returned to the waking world of dry land.
Relief washed over you though you felt Wretched parched and like a kettle boiled as you realized the rough stone walls and hay strewn floors of a poor cottage and not some Abyssal cave or hellish rockface you had been nightmarishly trapped in, you drew on sweet smokey air instead of salt and water as you mastered yourself over the absurdity of waking nightmares. You had no measure of the time save the dying embers of the rough stone fireplace in front of you which betrayed the lateness of the hour though as your eyes adjusted to the dark you felt the dark of the hour of the wolf lifting outside, no creature save a old mongrel was host to your present though you had meet the tenant.
You had been at the door, demanding answers of the old man, of your Grandsire the “Kingcrab” and his death and the knowledge he had of it and then the world had fallen out from under you with as your legs had failed you and you had plunged back into that blackness you had swam too, where things that could not be dwelled.
You shuddered at the memory, even the madness of the nightmare seemed too pale next to your living memory though it felt no less mad than the product of nightmare or dreaming though you knew it too be true. The old mongrel gave a loud yawn pulling you from your wandering into the present, you made to cast off the blanket and gave an ugly hiss as fire ignited in your muscles, the small hope of healing proved vain and you cursed when rising proved even worse to the point of your stomach rolling with hot bile and it was only through physically biting your lip that you found the mastery to not soil yourself.
>Alyn Celtigar is <span class="mu-r">Injured!</span>Alyn is now suffering a ‘’mild’’ FeverGod’s, how had you even made it off the beach like this? Even standing was a hard task and movement was slow as you had to steady yourself as the world tilted on its axis with nearly every step, you near lost your balance on the first and knocked a wooden bowl to the ground as you staggered and grasped a chair with your second.
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