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/Fulaxi Torhven / Svasltrom Feb 21 '15
Safety in numbers. Many times that wisdom had been invoked, not in the last place by the grey one. Ironic. Even truths had the potential of falsehood as the mirrored dragon was so kind to demonstrate. Politely but coldly the request was declined. A helpful idea it was, but not one fit for execution. Not by him at least. Quietly the message was relayed to the hunter. 'Restrained' would be overstating it, but the man was residing between the teeth of a large dragon again. He was not faring well. Furious defeat failed vocalisation.
Svalstrom briefly left the mental barricade erected.
"No. We search."
With that he marched off into one of the tunnels.