Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Ordrar feels the amulet he carries gain weight with each step. It pulls toward the earth with irresistible force. Even his strength cannot hold against the weight and he drops on one knee supporting himself with a hand on the floor and the hammer. Sleight glow, golden brown comes from his chest as sweat beads on his forehead. The glow encompasses him for the moment and his skin gains the color and texture of the floor he's standing on. With horror, the companions realize he's actually stinking into the floor.
With a grimace, Ordrar grabs the rune on his chest and prays in dwarven to the Keeper of Secrets. Slowly, over the course of several heartbeats, his knees return to the level of the floor and with deep sigh he gets back to his feet.
"I don't know if I was lucky to be in the clouds so I didn't get pulled wholly down or unlucky and this was harder than it would be on the ground. My apologies, gang, The Teacher told me this will happen once I'm ready to understand. Let's just move on."
With a grimace, Ordrar grabs the rune on his chest and prays in dwarven to the Keeper of Secrets. Slowly, over the course of several heartbeats, his knees return to the level of the floor and with deep sigh he gets back to his feet.
"I don't know if I was lucky to be in the clouds so I didn't get pulled wholly down or unlucky and this was harder than it would be on the ground. My apologies, gang, The Teacher told me this will happen once I'm ready to understand. Let's just move on."