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be sturdy of heart, strong-greaved anons - this may be hard to read
You aren’t sure what you’re hearing at first - a vibration in the air just beyond the highest range of your hearing, the bizarre sense that <span class="mu-i">something</span> is coming and you cannot detect its piercing cry.
By the water, gleaming ruddily in the firelight, you hear only the gentle lapping of melted snow - runoff from the snowy peak of Mount Olympus. You continue your prayers and song - but you hesitate, when you hear a strange sound. The sound of one hundred amphoras pouring water onto the earth - the sound of the blasting ocean gale in miniature.
The vibration’s pitch lowers into the audible range, and you freeze in crushing dread - the words almost too fast to understand:
<span class="mu-r">YOUDAREDESPOILHERSHRINE?!YOUDARE?!YOUDARE?!YOUDARE?!YOUDARE?!YOUDARE?!YOUDARE?!YOUDARE?!YOUDARE?!</span>
Just as you notice that the gentle sound of the stream's ripples have disappeared, your legs are swept out from under you and you crack your skull against something very hard. You lose time, tumbling in the muddy water, scraping up against rock and earth, Gaia’s stony countenance, scraped endlessly against the riverbed, with the water pressing down upon you from above...
>Deianira takes 3 damage and is momentarily knocked unconscious. She loses initiative and auto-loses the first round of combat!
>She is at 6/8 health - -2 malus to rolls
You are shaken out of unconsciousness - literally. A bronze vise is clasped upon your throat, and you are dangling limply in the air, face heating with trapped blood, legs kicking frantically by reflex. One of your eyes is swollen shut, but with the other, you peer downwards, while you gasp emptily for breath like a fish ashore, and find insane rage - μᾶνις - written across the face of the nymph holding you aloft, its beautiful features contorted unnaturally into a too-wide snarl, a fanged maw where a pretty smile should be. Its slimy hands - too cold for mortal life - are clamped relentlessly upon your airway, as the pain of asphyxiation builds in your gut. It is shrieking something, but you are so stunned you can’t make sense of her words. Noticing that you are awake, it smashes you back under the water, into the river bed, submerging you, holding you in place with thin and shapely arms of unbelievable strength. Through the dirtied water, you hear muffled and distorted fragments of her shrieking.
<span class="mu-r">SISTER TO THE - SPENT CHAFF OF THE APATH- OBLIVION WILL-</span>
>Deianira takes a further 3 damage from the nymph's continued strangulation.
>Deianira is now at 3/8 health! She currently takes a -6 malus to rolls.
