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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 717551" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 012“Thoughts of a dead man”“This is it…the Dogg is done.”&nbsp; Dirty Dogg falls to a knee.&nbsp; His club grows heavy and dosen’t block the next strike to his shoulder.&nbsp; The weight of the weapon drives him into the sand face down.&nbsp; “Hold on Dogg!&nbsp;&nbsp; Just hold on!”, screams out someone…nearby?&nbsp;&nbsp; Hurts to breathe.&nbsp; Can’t die..looking at..the ground.&nbsp; He turns over, the streaming blood changing direction on his arm and chest.&nbsp; His blurry vision barely makes out the two moons.&nbsp; Ral….Guthay…..carry my spirit…high and away.&nbsp; I don’t want…to go to the Gray.&nbsp; Perhaps…the elemental gods will…answer me.&nbsp; He closes his eyes, or they no longer percieve the light from the celestial bodies.&nbsp; He is unsure and finds himself no longer carrying.&nbsp; He reopens his right eye and peers about.&nbsp; Seeing no threats, he opens the other eye and sits upright.&nbsp; He is a large piece of fabric…much like a Raamian floor rug.&nbsp; “wow”.&nbsp;&nbsp; Swirling colors of blue, purple and green surround him with wisps of white energy floating about.&nbsp; I thought the Gray was…well gray.&nbsp; “Who said this was the Gray-&nbsp;&nbsp; Carson Mallot the 3rd?”&nbsp;&nbsp; open mouthed….huh? is all Dogg can say.The wisps of energy begin to swirl and take form.&nbsp; “I have returned.&nbsp; I will then…..”“ARRRRRRRGH!”&nbsp; “Mania, hold him down-&nbsp; I have to stop this bleeding before I do anything else!”“ARRRRRRRRRRRRR THAT FREAKIN HURTS!” growls Dogg loudly in his exploding mind.&nbsp; His sences comeing alive.”Dutch pulls out a small pouch and opens it.&nbsp; “This is blessed dust…Used with a prayer I know I can maybe bring him back.”&nbsp; “You’re going to put dirt in a deep chest wound…?”&nbsp; “Hold him down!” Dutch says gritting his teeth.&nbsp; I do not hold the healing skills Jocosta has but I may be able to do enough.&nbsp;&nbsp; I have to.”The dust drops into the wound soaking up blood creating a divine elemental paste.&nbsp; The paste grows and spreads through the wound.&nbsp; Dogg trys to thrash but Mania’s strong arms hold him down.&nbsp; The paste looks like a dull colored area of dry mud.&nbsp; Once Dogg begins to calm down Dutch pinches the dry mud allowing it to flake apart revealing new whiteish-pink skin…untouched by the sun.“Dutch….don’t take this…wrong dude….but I want…the star goddess…back.&nbsp;&nbsp; You just…too ugly.”Both Dutch and Mania breathe out slow and steadly in a sigh that could be heard 50 feet away.&nbsp; “The worst is over …you did well Mania.&nbsp; I could not have done it without your help….thankyou.”To his own mind Mania thinks,&nbsp; “….yeah well…you’re still a jerk.” With a smile on his face that fails to hide his awe and joy.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 717551, member: 9255"] UNDER A DARKSUN SEGMENT 012 “Thoughts of a dead man” “This is it…the Dogg is done.” Dirty Dogg falls to a knee. His club grows heavy and dosen’t block the next strike to his shoulder. The weight of the weapon drives him into the sand face down. “Hold on Dogg! Just hold on!”, screams out someone…nearby? Hurts to breathe. Can’t die..looking at..the ground. He turns over, the streaming blood changing direction on his arm and chest. His blurry vision barely makes out the two moons. Ral….Guthay…..carry my spirit…high and away. I don’t want…to go to the Gray. Perhaps…the elemental gods will…answer me. He closes his eyes, or they no longer percieve the light from the celestial bodies. He is unsure and finds himself no longer carrying. He reopens his right eye and peers about. Seeing no threats, he opens the other eye and sits upright. He is a large piece of fabric…much like a Raamian floor rug. “wow”. Swirling colors of blue, purple and green surround him with wisps of white energy floating about. I thought the Gray was…well gray. “Who said this was the Gray- Carson Mallot the 3rd?” open mouthed….huh? is all Dogg can say. The wisps of energy begin to swirl and take form. “I have returned. I will then…..” “ARRRRRRRGH!” “Mania, hold him down- I have to stop this bleeding before I do anything else!” “ARRRRRRRRRRRRR THAT FREAKIN HURTS!” growls Dogg loudly in his exploding mind. His sences comeing alive.” Dutch pulls out a small pouch and opens it. “This is blessed dust…Used with a prayer I know I can maybe bring him back.” “You’re going to put dirt in a deep chest wound…?” “Hold him down!” Dutch says gritting his teeth. I do not hold the healing skills Jocosta has but I may be able to do enough. I have to.” The dust drops into the wound soaking up blood creating a divine elemental paste. The paste grows and spreads through the wound. Dogg trys to thrash but Mania’s strong arms hold him down. The paste looks like a dull colored area of dry mud. Once Dogg begins to calm down Dutch pinches the dry mud allowing it to flake apart revealing new whiteish-pink skin…untouched by the sun. “Dutch….don’t take this…wrong dude….but I want…the star goddess…back. You just…too ugly.” Both Dutch and Mania breathe out slow and steadly in a sigh that could be heard 50 feet away. “The worst is over …you did well Mania. I could not have done it without your help….thankyou.” To his own mind Mania thinks, “….yeah well…you’re still a jerk.” With a smile on his face that fails to hide his awe and joy. [/QUOTE]

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