Good thing you can heal!
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
"Ow..." you wheeze out, more because you feel you should than from actual pain. "Well it's not a zombie... yay." You punch the air with your not almost severed arm.
"Divines Fast...." Diana gingerly touches the edges of one of the holes in your chest. "A-Are you alright?"
get off the trap
"It's a suit of armour Diana, I doubt Fast can feel pain." Morlia doesn't need to be so scathing and Diana glares at her. "Look one of us would be dead from that or screaming in agony. Is it doing either of those? No, therefore it can't feel pain."
"Uh, ladies, kinda lying here with holes in places I don't want to have holes and I'm down one arm. Healing, please." You do not want to find out that despite a lack of blood you can still somehow bleed out or something. Actually you picked up that healing spell in town didn't you.
Get Off The Trap!
"See that's what happens when you don't pay attention. Luckily I am a daedra with a healing spell! F-beeep you injuries I have magic!" You wiggle your fingers like you remember the guy selling it did. A double helix of white and blue light spirals up and down your body.
Some of the holes look slightly smaller. You focus angrily on the holes in your body, wiggle your fingers and will them closed with all your might. A couple close up and you can sort of feel your right hand. There are a couple of lumps of jagged irregular crystal have formed where the holes used to be and you can see more around the edges of your almost removed arm.
GET OFF THE TRAP!!
That's odd but...GET OFF THE BLOODY TRAP!!...you should really get off the platform now. You obey the increasingly loud shouting in your head and roll off the platform, shedding that weird crystal as you do. Morlia sighs and puts her hand, carefully, on the tattered crystal around your arm.
"Divines only know why this even affects you." She mutters and closes her eyes. White and blue light, considerably more effective than your own attempts, spirals over you closing holes as it passes. Once she removes her hand you feel just as whole and fit as you did before.
You get up and....
Leave the ruin, remaining here will only get you killed and harm the cause of ord-
No! God no you are not leaving! What about the sweet loots? The deep mysteries of the Ayleids? The Welkynd ston-
Leave the ruin. Leave the ruin. Leave the ruin. Leave the-
"I said no damn you order-boy!" You shout hands pressed to your head, almost every voice you can hear denying the impulse to abandon the ruins.
"F-Fast are you okay?" Morlia asks tentatively, she looks scared her face pale and her eyes too wide. Diana's hugging the elf and hiding a little behind her. Either you said something when order-boy had control, you don't think you did, or that last thing you said freaked both of them out.
"Fine... I'm fine, just had a little disagreement up here," you tap the side of your helmet. "Nothing to worry about, now let me just...." You draw your sword and jab the platform. It triggers, sending the corpse spike-wards once more. It falls and before the trigger can reset you grab the body by the nearest limb and pull it off the platform.
Right. You shake the mummified corpse a bit and nothing falls out. A quick search reveals nothing. You grab some of the dead flesh, probably useful for potion making, and lop off the head.
You pick up the severed head, to a disgusted sound from Morlia, and chuck it overarm at the Welkynd stone. You hit it dead on and it falls to the ground and thankfully doesn't shatter on impact. Go you.
Where the jagged crystals fell off you they seem to be taking root.
[ ] What now?
"Divines Fast...." Diana gingerly touches the edges of one of the holes in your chest. "A-Are you alright?"
get off the trap
"It's a suit of armour Diana, I doubt Fast can feel pain." Morlia doesn't need to be so scathing and Diana glares at her. "Look one of us would be dead from that or screaming in agony. Is it doing either of those? No, therefore it can't feel pain."
"Uh, ladies, kinda lying here with holes in places I don't want to have holes and I'm down one arm. Healing, please." You do not want to find out that despite a lack of blood you can still somehow bleed out or something. Actually you picked up that healing spell in town didn't you.
Get Off The Trap!
"See that's what happens when you don't pay attention. Luckily I am a daedra with a healing spell! F-beeep you injuries I have magic!" You wiggle your fingers like you remember the guy selling it did. A double helix of white and blue light spirals up and down your body.
Some of the holes look slightly smaller. You focus angrily on the holes in your body, wiggle your fingers and will them closed with all your might. A couple close up and you can sort of feel your right hand. There are a couple of lumps of jagged irregular crystal have formed where the holes used to be and you can see more around the edges of your almost removed arm.
GET OFF THE TRAP!!
That's odd but...GET OFF THE BLOODY TRAP!!...you should really get off the platform now. You obey the increasingly loud shouting in your head and roll off the platform, shedding that weird crystal as you do. Morlia sighs and puts her hand, carefully, on the tattered crystal around your arm.
"Divines only know why this even affects you." She mutters and closes her eyes. White and blue light, considerably more effective than your own attempts, spirals over you closing holes as it passes. Once she removes her hand you feel just as whole and fit as you did before.
You get up and....
Leave the ruin, remaining here will only get you killed and harm the cause of ord-
No! God no you are not leaving! What about the sweet loots? The deep mysteries of the Ayleids? The Welkynd ston-
Leave the ruin. Leave the ruin. Leave the ruin. Leave the-
"I said no damn you order-boy!" You shout hands pressed to your head, almost every voice you can hear denying the impulse to abandon the ruins.
"F-Fast are you okay?" Morlia asks tentatively, she looks scared her face pale and her eyes too wide. Diana's hugging the elf and hiding a little behind her. Either you said something when order-boy had control, you don't think you did, or that last thing you said freaked both of them out.
"Fine... I'm fine, just had a little disagreement up here," you tap the side of your helmet. "Nothing to worry about, now let me just...." You draw your sword and jab the platform. It triggers, sending the corpse spike-wards once more. It falls and before the trigger can reset you grab the body by the nearest limb and pull it off the platform.
Right. You shake the mummified corpse a bit and nothing falls out. A quick search reveals nothing. You grab some of the dead flesh, probably useful for potion making, and lop off the head.
You pick up the severed head, to a disgusted sound from Morlia, and chuck it overarm at the Welkynd stone. You hit it dead on and it falls to the ground and thankfully doesn't shatter on impact. Go you.
Where the jagged crystals fell off you they seem to be taking root.
[ ] What now?
