Scotley
Hero
Larris Human Fighter
Larris begins to rouse from the stuppor of shock that has held him fast up until now. From his place near the back of the train of cars he watches the little demon's actions with a certain amount of detachment and then sudden realization. Panic rises in his chest. Then the calmness that has served him well on so many battle fields comes to him. A memory surfaces--a tent, the aftermath a of a battle a friend dying on a cot, a screaming camp follower, a sweating midwife. She calls to Larris, "soldier, hold her down, it is a difficult birth." Later after the babe has arrived, "Soldier, your dagger, cut the umbilical between the knots." What could it mean? He probes the strange yet now familiar dark hardness in his navel first with his fingers and then with his mind.
OOC: Init. (1d20+2=18)
Larris begins to rouse from the stuppor of shock that has held him fast up until now. From his place near the back of the train of cars he watches the little demon's actions with a certain amount of detachment and then sudden realization. Panic rises in his chest. Then the calmness that has served him well on so many battle fields comes to him. A memory surfaces--a tent, the aftermath a of a battle a friend dying on a cot, a screaming camp follower, a sweating midwife. She calls to Larris, "soldier, hold her down, it is a difficult birth." Later after the babe has arrived, "Soldier, your dagger, cut the umbilical between the knots." What could it mean? He probes the strange yet now familiar dark hardness in his navel first with his fingers and then with his mind.
OOC: Init. (1d20+2=18)
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