>>6018123Your head immediately snaps in the direction of Marie’s coughs, to your immediate regret. That sure wasn’t your finest moment or landing and now you’re paying the price. Or you would be if it weren’t for the fact that you’re an exceptionally skilled Mageknight and self-restoration for pain is more like a cantrip than a spell to you now. You just wish the spell was immediate instead of a gradual listening of said pain, silver lining is you’re at least able to crawl over to your friend-er your subordinate and check on her condition.
She is conscious but looks like she wishes she wasn’t. You’re worried that she’s going to cough herself into vomiting as she spasms with wide eyes looking terrified at the world around her. Eventually, however, she does stop coughing as you put a hand on her and try to channel your healing energy into her. She doesn’t seem to recognize you for a second as she tries, and fails, to push you away as her mouth unleashes incoherent noises caused more by panic than a desire to speak. Then all of a sudden she stops as her body goes stock still and she takes a few deep breaths. You’re taken aback by the development until you see the sword in her grasp. Was she even capable of summoning it in that state? Did it summon itself?
Regardless, Marie can sit up and look at you with clear eyes, “Lorina? What happened? Where is everyone?”
“The ship exploded. It must have been hit by a rocket causing it too,” It was certainly not because someone, not naming names, accidentally crashed into a suitably ominous and enticing-looking button, “You’re the only person who I saw around but I haven’t been up long,” You take a look outside the glass building, you only see approaching skeletons.
“Do you think they’re alright?”
“They’re all Inquisitors, I’m sure they can handle themselves.”
“Yeah… I hope so,” She trails off.
“Come on, we should get moving. It’s not safe to stay this close to the wreck,” A bit through the glass you see the smoldering crater that is your vessel. You also see that the overcast skies have transitioned into a light rain that only seems to be picking up by the minute. How long were you unconscious?
“But where are we going to go?”
That’s- actually a pretty good question. The building you’re in is mostly empty, more like a shell than somewhere a person would live or work, and you’re on the ground floor. You see some kind of device off in the corner that seems to have a center-parted door and numbers above it but you have no idea how to operate such a device and a lack of stairs means you have no way of ascending or descending the building.
“I think I see a back door, we’ll hide in the alleys for now until we can think of a plan,” Marie doesn’t answer you with a determined nod. You leave the building just in time as gunfire breaks through the glass and impacts where you were just moments ago.
