Snippet #1526531

The Deep Human sighed. The kettle had long since cooled, but he continued to fan it in a rhythmic motion as he tried to remember what exactly happened last night. Snippets returned to him. He was lying out in the rain a lot. Why was that? He had been drinking... and decided to go outside. But why was he on the ground? Rubbing his head, he recalled vaguely fire. A large amount of fire.

That couldn't be right. The Children had been driven out of the city! His brow furrowed. Usually his memory was sharp- but extreme alcohol indulgence was the exception. He had already packed most of his things, his portable tent folded up and put into a pack. The sticks that held it up were fastened to the side of the pack, and he threw the pack on. It was very compact, but even in this state it felt a little too bulky for the Deep Human. brought the cooled kettle and mesh back to Alistair's tent, leaving it where he could see it and decided to make another detour.

What a great night to choose drinking, when he had the huge urge that he was forgetting something. He decided to get answers, starting from Talae's tent. Speaking of which, he had no damned clue where she slept, not that he SHOULD know, of course. Luckily, soldiers that had received her hangover tonic pointed him in the right direction. He just missed Pel, ducking around a bunch of tents as she passed. A pity, because Kisikoni had wanted to talk to her as well. One, he felt obligated for ignoring her due to his idiot misunderstandings.

And thus, the Deep Human began berating himself for not paying more attention to the woman that will be healing his wounds on the battlefield, though that wasn't the only reason he was giving himself self-depreciating flak. He finally made it over to the tent, seeing only Fae in view. He made his way over. Taking a seat a little ways across from her, he felt slightly uncomfortable as he introduced himself. He was supposed to remind her about something. Of course, he wanted to know what that something was as well, and decided to try and tease it out of her.

"Hello, Fae." He said. He had a slight inkling that she was blind, though he hadn't heard any official annoucement. Just something Beelzes mentioned and her general demeanor. "Some... uh, party last night, huh?" He said.

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Day four? Has it really only been that long? Strange. It felt like several decades had passed- her body felt as old as Urugu'Zai, a elderly moth she used to visit during her young days in Ecclavaria. She sighed inwardly. She was pretty sure she would be able to resist this spineless lard-ass torture until they decided to kill her, but she wasn't looking forward tot he pain. Spiders were patient, after all. She was barely aware of Jak'sis' musings, something about Nihalistrix's sermons. How anybody, much less a dragon, manage to think of long lectures to give every two days? It was beyond her comprehension. Either way, the mantis' assistance had left. If there was any time to fight, it'd be now- but her restraints and overall exhaustion had kept her from toying with her torturer.

Yes, the first time the mindless followers had left, she had the naive hope that she could escape. When this became regular, and this event was explained she deflated. Much to the amusement of the impotent slime that harassed her. She lazily regarded him with several eyes while the others flittered uncontrollably. Maybe she could commit suicide somehow, as a big "Fuck ya" to the mantis. She thought about it, but decided that she was too weak to do something other than groan lewdly she she was hit and threaten castration when she was spoken to.

All eight eyes widened slightly as Jak'sis cut off mid-laugh and froze in surprise. What now? She caught his eyes, which seem to be fading. Soon, it acquired a glass-like stare as he collapsed, revealing an elf. "Surely this isn't some mental torture?" She asked, looking at the sky. She bit her own tongue once, her sharp teeth nearly slicing the piece of meat in two. Nope. The pain in her mouth was hard to discern from the pain on the rest of her body, though. She was freed, falling to the floor in a heap. She would have slept there in bliss if she weren't aware of her situation.

She was given some potions, one of which she drank immediately to rejuvenate herself and heal any leftover wounds. It refreshed her, and she scrambled to her feet, catching a shirt. "What a gentleman." She said smoothly, blowing him a kiss before putting it on. She took the end of the shirt, ripping some of it so that most of her navel showed and created a small sash to carry the other potions. Two familiar clanging noises reached her as she picked up two Meteor hammers in disbelief. How did they know? More importantly, why these? She handled the thick rope and banded steel balls with great love. At this point, she was ready to believe that this was reality, and slung one Meteor hammer around her waist while taking the other in both hands.

"Your call, Mister." She said. She'd leave the atrocious jokes and embarrassing teasing for after she was drunk out of her mind.