- Joined
- May 7, 2019
Fight the greater evil.
No mercy for the wicked.
By any means necessary.
No mercy for the wicked.
By any means necessary.
The core words of Elanna's oath rang through her mind on repeat, each word pulsing with the pounding in her head. Pain spread through her body, seeming to exist everywhere and nowhere all at once, as her consciousness struggled to stay in effect. At any moment, it seemed as though she would slip back into the black nothingness that had haunted her since the crash of the nautiloid ship, but in an instant, her eyes snapped open to immediate regret as the sun glared down on her from above.
Squeezing her eyes shut, the halfling moved a hand to her forehead, rubbing with the heel of her palm as she slowly moved to a sitting position. Every muscle protested as her body stretched upright, and even though the sun sent stabbing pain through her eyes to her core, Elanna willed herself to keep at least one squinted eye open as she looked side to side.
The dark, damp enclosure of the nautiloid ship was no more, but the smoking remains surrounding her told her what had happened to it. Flashes of the free-fall made their way through her mental fog, events piecing together in her memory as she struggled to stand, one hand gripping the side of a smoking hunk of metal until she felt steady enough on two feet to move on her own.
Astonishingly enough, there were no major injuries that Elanna could detect; aside from a few scrapes, bruises, and one long gash on her forehead that dripped blood down the bridge of her nose, it seemed she had escaped relatively unscathed. Aside from the crackling of flames from the ship's wreckage and the light lapping of tiny waves against the shore, the world around her was silent; the quiet was unnerving after the chaos of the previous hours, and Elanna tossed a rock into the water haphazardly just to hear something else to break it.
Taking a few unsteady steps, Elanna kept one hand behind her back, on the hilt of her greatsword, in case she needed to unsheathe it at a moment's notice. In the tranquility of the coastline, she'd be able to detect all but the most skilled rogues, but she wasn't taking any chances β she wasn't familiar with the area where she'd landed, and she didn't know what awaited her on the horizon. There were cliffsides surrounding her, forcing her ahead on one set path; there was no way to wander anywhere but forward.
Somewhere in the distance, a few twigs cracked; carefully, Elanna approached the source of the sound, doing her best to stay hidden in the brush until she could assess who β or what β had made itself known.
Squeezing her eyes shut, the halfling moved a hand to her forehead, rubbing with the heel of her palm as she slowly moved to a sitting position. Every muscle protested as her body stretched upright, and even though the sun sent stabbing pain through her eyes to her core, Elanna willed herself to keep at least one squinted eye open as she looked side to side.
The dark, damp enclosure of the nautiloid ship was no more, but the smoking remains surrounding her told her what had happened to it. Flashes of the free-fall made their way through her mental fog, events piecing together in her memory as she struggled to stand, one hand gripping the side of a smoking hunk of metal until she felt steady enough on two feet to move on her own.
Astonishingly enough, there were no major injuries that Elanna could detect; aside from a few scrapes, bruises, and one long gash on her forehead that dripped blood down the bridge of her nose, it seemed she had escaped relatively unscathed. Aside from the crackling of flames from the ship's wreckage and the light lapping of tiny waves against the shore, the world around her was silent; the quiet was unnerving after the chaos of the previous hours, and Elanna tossed a rock into the water haphazardly just to hear something else to break it.
Taking a few unsteady steps, Elanna kept one hand behind her back, on the hilt of her greatsword, in case she needed to unsheathe it at a moment's notice. In the tranquility of the coastline, she'd be able to detect all but the most skilled rogues, but she wasn't taking any chances β she wasn't familiar with the area where she'd landed, and she didn't know what awaited her on the horizon. There were cliffsides surrounding her, forcing her ahead on one set path; there was no way to wander anywhere but forward.
Somewhere in the distance, a few twigs cracked; carefully, Elanna approached the source of the sound, doing her best to stay hidden in the brush until she could assess who β or what β had made itself known.