OOCHello all, once again, I'm sorry for being gone so long. But I figured that it was the least I could do to get back here and finish this thread up with all of you before I went on to do anything else. I'm sorry it's so long, but I had a LOT to cover over before I was back up with things. So I did my best.
It was odd to have interwoven hallucinations intermingled with moneys of lucidity. it was nothing Renol had ever experienced before. It was the only thing he could ever equivocate to being on some bad drugs or possibly even delusional insanity. But it was the state he was in as Addy came to start working on him. His mind was slipping into and out of rational thought and split seconds of unconsciousness. It was like moving in and out of a horribly vivid nightmarish dreamscape into a reality that wasn’t much better to his senses. He didn’t know what was worse, the constantly reoccurring nightmare or the reality of it all.
He knew that he hated his unconscious moments. Though he knew they only lasted for a moment or two, they seemed to stretch on endlessly for him in slow motion. Each time his mind replayed an even more twisted and horrific version of what had really happened. The bear was charging toward him as he looked down the shaft of the arrow. His jaw set tight as he tracked the bear’s movements. His fingers went to release the string of the bow, expecting to see the arrow rush forward to meet its target. But in direct opposition of the physics he knew should happen, the bowstring remained drawn, never moving from its position. Renols eyes went wide in terror as he cast the bow to the ground, watching as the arrow finally sped away from the bow a split second before it hit the ground, uselessly sending the arrow slicing off into the woods. The Endal reached for his sword as quickly as he could as the bear closed in toward him, its eyes alight with a flaming red glow, it’s mouth filled in rows of jagged, razor sharp metal teeth as it let out a roar that split his eardrums with its force. And as he went to pull the sword, it froze in its scabbard, unwilling to move to meet the threat that reared up in front of Renol.
The Endals mind had a very weird idea of what it would be like to have his upper torso separated from his lower with a single strike. It didn’t hurt, surprisingly. It simply like the two halves were made to detach, even though there was a geyser of blood flowing from each bisected half. Renols upper torso landed on the ground with a soundless thud, slumping him over onto his side. And as the life ebbed out of his body with each passing second, he got to watch as the bear tore off after Sairque. In vain, Renol fought after the bear, his arms scrambling forward to attempt to drag himself after his killer, shouting through mouthfuls of blood to try to get the bear to come back to him. But it didn’t, and he got to watch as the world started to fade to black as the bear tore into his comrades, shredding them like cheap paper before his wavering eyes. But then, his mind fought back for a moment. Renol realized that things hadn’t happened that way. He had seen his wound. He had seen the others that were alive. He knew this wasn’t right. He could hear them talking, even if he couldn’t make out the words at the moment. His mind rallied itself, fighting back the darkness that fought to take over, sending him into complete unconsciousness. It fought it a violent, guttural force that brought him back to reality in the hammer blow of a blinking eye.
Renol’s eyes darted around quickly, taking in the immediate change of scenery. His heart was alight with the fact that they were all awake, even if they were all dodding on him. His mind had forgotten that he had been wounded for a split second, before his pain receptors kicked back on once more, flooding his body with the agony of the wound suffered to his thigh. His eyes flicked up to Addy again as his jaw clenched tight, holding back the anguished moan that struggled to erupt from his chest like a volcanic eruption. He looked down to see her fingers pushing into the wound of his leg. The muscles of his neck bunched and stretched as he fought back the burning fire in his chest that ached for him to cry out in pain. He wouldn’t let it. Not now.
He looked back to the healer’s face as she asked if he was doing ok. He couldn’t unclench the muscles of his jaw to make an answer. It would hurt more to try and part them then the pain of leaving them clenched as tightly as they were. But his tongue was pressed hard to the bottom of his mouth. Ut he watched as Addy fetched the stick from the ground and cleaned it off. He liked the idea of a dirty stick more than the idea of dirt floating around in the water she was using to clean his wound with. At least his stomach could filter out the filth a bit more easily. But still, he shook it off, nodding to her as he finally pried the muscles of his jaw open once more, slowly accepting the stick into his mouth and biting down against it. Mmmmm… cypress.
Renol closed his eyes once more for a second as the pain of everything finally avalanched over the mental barriers that he set up each time he regained consciousness. His mind slipped away once more to that fractionally short, but agonizingly long hell that replayed through his head before he was able to fight himself back out of it once more. He looked back to Addy again as he watched her threading the needle. He knew what she was going to do, and he’d had this procedure done before a couple of times in the past. And with how much it had hurt in the past, this was going to be worse than the nightmare. But he wanted it. He’d rather deal with the pain of watching his flesh mended than watch the horror of not being able to protect the others like he should have. So he set himself once more licking the stick in his mouth once more as she started to her work. As the needle pierced the flesh of the wound, his head pushed back. The muscles in his upper torso shot tight in the blink of an eye. Miraculously, he was ale to keep his lower body still, and his left leg remained relaxed even. He didn’t know how, though. He was pretty sure his brain just knew it had to be that way. His automatic defense mechanisms were starting to kick in finally. And, as she continued to work through the wound, the finally mechanism activated in his brain, sending him into full, final state of unconsciousness.
He wished he could wake up, though. If he could ask the gods for one thing in the world at that moment, it would be to wake up, because while he was unconscious for the long period, the scene was allowed to play through his mind in an infinite loop of terror and horror. Each time it replayed itself back to back, the pain of being bisected by the bear’s claws started to become more real. But at least this time the pain was only in his mind when he felt it. So he grabbed onto it each time, using the agony of the dream to fortify his mental barriers against the main he would feel in the real world upon waking up from this whole nightmare. Each time, he made the mental walls thicker and harder to breech. Next time, he wanted to be able to cleave that bear in two with both his arms and a leg ripped from his body. He wouldn’t collapse from the first wound he took. He would make himself stronger.
After suffering through his own private eternity of hell, Renol’s mind started to push the dreams away again, bringing him back to ‘life’ as it were. The Endal’s eyes started to flutter open slowly, taking in reality once more with a deep, pitiful inhale of ragged breath as he fought back tears. Tears brought from the horror of what he saw, and by the joy of not having to endure it anymore. At least for the time being. As his eyes opened fully, his other senses came back to life as well. He could smell the smoke and the scent of cooked food. He could see the tent around him, and even hear the sound of the others outside the tent. Carefully, Renol looked down to his thigh, to the work Addy had done. His eyes welled up once more as he saw the state his leg was in. It was only bleeding a minute amount now and the stitches looked fresh and perfect to his eyes. Slowly, Renol pushed himself up into a reclined position, taking a moment to look around the tent. He smiled to himself as the joyous realization of what he had started believing had been reality was just his nightmare. Silently, in the dark interior of the tent, Renol offered up a long, heartfelt, pleading prayer to the gods, to any of them that might listen. His prayer simply to bless his companions in as many ways as he could think of. He begged the beneficent deities to bestow any and all of their blessing upon the three others of the group who had done so much for him and for each other. He knew that they, of all people, deserved it. He already knew that more than one of them had blessed him that day. Even with the fact that he was able to have most of his mental faculties about him at the moment.
Slowly, after finishing his silent prayers, Renol started to scoot his way toward the opening of the tent. He kept his wounded leg straight, but used his hands and his good leg to propel his sitting form across the ground until he was able to stick his head out of the tent and look around for a second,” I don’t suppose I could be a bother and see if any of you know where my non-destroyed bryda went to, do you?”
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[Wind Reach] Off for the long hunt (Closed)
A run-of-the-mill hunting trip goes horribly awry one afternoon late into the trip -- Enter hungry bear
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