>>5704114>>5704121>>5704132>>5704134>>5704139>>5704148>>5704161>Grasp around the ground for your wand. You won’t manage a thing without it.You pull yourself up from the ground with a grunt, your head like a hammer as you wander into the dark. You need to find your wands, first–if a monster or some lowborne fiend were to alight upon you now, you’d be torn to shreds. You were never much one for raw physicality. You’re built more like a butterfly wet with milk, or perhaps a large silkie chicken.
You drag the toe of your sabots along the ground in a blind attempt to catch a rod along your foot, each step a gamble the dungeon will offer purchase beneath it, the dark ready to subsume your vision whole–until, at last, you feel something catch your boot and roll along the ground. You scramble after it in a duck and dive, clutching the rod tight to your chest before raising it to your eyes. Your wand..! It’s–..
Wait. This isn’t your wand. This is some piece-of-shit generic brand willow wand they sell en masse in guild halls. This is the kind of wand they pawn off to junior wizards and witches too stupid to realize the scam. You aren’t some crazy wand prig (some of your classmates at the conservatory would count the very threads of their wand with magnascopes) but this thing is legitimate, grade-A dogshit. Ugh.
A bit of loot from a long fallen adventurer, maybe..? You might imagine <span class="mu-i">a</span> wand would be better than none, but with your powers, maybe not.. You keep your hands tight on it nonetheless.
>Risk attempting to cast a spell. Maybe you can get some light in here.>Your hood! You need to mend it! This is embarrassing. >Call out for the green knight. Or maybe Bredbeddle. You can apologize for that weird thing you said about her thighs.>[Write-In.] 