Dunamin
First Post
Long after it becomes clear that they’re out of harm’s way, Woe keeps running. He keeps running until he’s out of breath. Then he pushes on and keeps running until his legs burn with lactic acid. Then he pushes on and keeps running until he doesn’t feel his legs at all.
Finally, after burning through reserves he had and reserves he didn’t have, Woe slows down. He seeks out suitable shelter nearby, sets down Tander’s corpse, and collapses next to it, frantically trying to catch his breath.
“I did it again,” Woe wheezes while unstrapping his shield. “I did it again.”
Several minutes pass where Woe does nothing but lie on the ground and rest, mumble to himself while staring up at the sky, and massage his shield hand. Blood seeps out of the glove, even though he did not appear to have suffered any hand-wounds in the battle.
[sblock=Short rest]Woe spends 2 surges to fully recover… physically.[/sblock]
Finally, after burning through reserves he had and reserves he didn’t have, Woe slows down. He seeks out suitable shelter nearby, sets down Tander’s corpse, and collapses next to it, frantically trying to catch his breath.
“I did it again,” Woe wheezes while unstrapping his shield. “I did it again.”
Several minutes pass where Woe does nothing but lie on the ground and rest, mumble to himself while staring up at the sky, and massage his shield hand. Blood seeps out of the glove, even though he did not appear to have suffered any hand-wounds in the battle.
[sblock=Short rest]Woe spends 2 surges to fully recover… physically.[/sblock]