"I'm Faith." With a theatrical bow, she added, "Pleased to meet you. And I certainly hope so. I can't even remember the last thing I was doing before I handed up here."
Eithne simply nods—it's the same in her memories, too... though it's not the first time, for her. Even when she awoke on the battlefield, the sole survivor of her tribe, she had no memory of what had caused the terrible massacre...
'Perhaps the culprits are close, Eithne!' the Voices in her head fret. 'We shouldn't stay here...' 'Aren't you afraid we're going to die, Eithne?' 'But Eithne doesn't know how to leave! Maybe she's right, we need help...'
This time, however, the Voices' excitement isn't enough to overwhelm the lone survivor (considering also that they also argue among themselves, rather than bombarding her in unison with unwanted thoughts). She fixes her azure eyes on the other two present. One of them might remember something... at least a clue as to which direction to take to escape that nightmare place.
As Rogferr hits the ground an ungodly amount of weapons scatter to the floor around him. His eyes stay open yet he stays motionless as he listens to his surroundings. After several seconds a primal fear grips him as he begins to frantically search his body. Pulling out an ornate dagger from his side he starts to frown.
“I thought you were supposed to prevent something like this from happening.”
Channeling his arcane power, Rogferr pulls an owl out of a pocket dimension. Sitting up Rogferr picks several throwing daggers off the floor and hides them away. Next Rogferr slowly stands up and picks up a few hand axes from the ground and attaches them to the right side of his belt. Moving to a longsword he lifts it up and sheaths it. Lastly grabbing several javelins from the ground and attaching them to his back. As all of the weapons are picked up Rogferr looks around finally noticing the other having a conversation.
“Well met! It seems from your conversation that you did not decide to come here of your own free will either. Please call me Rogferr and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
"I'm Faith." With a theatrical bow, she added, "Pleased to meet you. And I certainly hope so. I can't even remember the last thing I was doing before I handed up here."
Eithne simply nods—it's the same in her memories, too... though it's not the first time, for her. Even when she awoke on the battlefield, the sole survivor of her tribe, she had no memory of what had caused the terrible massacre...
'Perhaps the culprits are close, Eithne!' the Voices in her head fret.
'We shouldn't stay here...'
'Aren't you afraid we're going to die, Eithne?'
'But Eithne doesn't know how to leave! Maybe she's right, we need help...'
This time, however, the Voices' excitement isn't enough to overwhelm the lone survivor (considering also that they also argue among themselves, rather than bombarding her in unison with unwanted thoughts). She fixes her azure eyes on the other two present. One of them might remember something... at least a clue as to which direction to take to escape that nightmare place.
As Rogferr hits the ground an ungodly amount of weapons scatter to the floor around him. His eyes stay open yet he stays motionless as he listens to his surroundings. After several seconds a primal fear grips him as he begins to frantically search his body. Pulling out an ornate dagger from his side he starts to frown.
“I thought you were supposed to prevent something like this from happening.”
Channeling his arcane power, Rogferr pulls an owl out of a pocket dimension. Sitting up Rogferr picks several throwing daggers off the floor and hides them away. Next Rogferr slowly stands up and picks up a few hand axes from the ground and attaches them to the right side of his belt. Moving to a longsword he lifts it up and sheaths it. Lastly grabbing several javelins from the ground and attaching them to his back. As all of the weapons are picked up Rogferr looks around finally noticing the other having a conversation.
“Well met! It seems from your conversation that you did not decide to come here of your own free will either. Please call me Rogferr and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”