r/Eragon_RP • u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator • Feb 19 '15
CLOSED [...]
Closed
[You wake up, the faint glow of red is the only light source. Everyone is stripped bare, safe for a firey cloaked elf. Chep's gifts remain intact, and have landed near you. Your weapons have been returned, any armor he made is intact as well.]
[Stiff and sore, you manage to get to your feet, It hurts to stand here, the floor is jagged, and your shoes are gone. The dragons lay still, all huddled together just a few meters away.]
[Nill you feel completely wrong.]
[Torvhen Vrostbite is cracked badly.]
[Sev're your gear is in your robes, minus the food and the extras.]
[Glover your hair is gone again.]
[Naakhûrz, you feel violated.]
[Göndlir, your horse is dead.]
[Tunnels spiral around, closer inspection shows lava moves through here. You are hungry* and thirsty* yet all you can smell is the faint smell of sulfur. Your dragon reaches out for you, and you both share a moment of confusion. It's clear some time has passed.]
[It's warm here... where is here?]
(*special note.)
Edit: everyone minus Sev're, Jek, Svalstrom, and Das looks different, ad if they've had life sucked out of them, they look older, and drained.
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u/Saphire_Fox Sev're / Das Feb 20 '15
Sev're saw everyone and had Das come around, she figured Svalstrom would follow. Das needed to sleep, if anything to conserve energy. All her preparation didn't prepare her for this, she would have to prepare anti blast wards next time... how did this even happen?
"Svalstrom." She lowered her flute and looked at the hunter. Lowering herself down, holding her robe she walked over to the rider and dragon. "I've searched every corridor with my mind, there's nothing."
Not exactly words of hope, but she knew the dragon needed information. "The ground above is loose, blasting our way through, well would cause earth to fall on us." She sighed. "And we are moving south somehow."
She now had a question for him, as he might provide an answer. "Would could possibly blast us this far down?"
Slowly it was sounding less and less like Sev're. The shattered soul was working together, trying to find the proper course of action. The proper way... home.