Rolled 8, 4, 9, 3, 3, 7 = 34 (6d10)
>>6117051Focus 13? No no, meat. Proceedings interrupted. You're far too busy all dying to do something as mundane as *learn* from this experience.
Perhaps if you yet remain yourself in a few more heart beats you'll get to benefit.
For now, you live, pushing outwards. Like Jove, who went walking and stumbling through a Shimmerfield, you have really, in truth, hours remaining of your rapidly depleting life.
*Unlike* Jove, this exposure you have had was tinged with the infinite good fortune of distant stars and lucky hounds. In Illiosi, they're a sign of good fortune, those hounds. Maybe there's something to be said for that, for you are still you and you are yet alive . . .
